Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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If you can dig it, deal it, if you can't, just forget it
Cause nobody the party like we
Get loose, get loose, sunshine get
Just rock, and show 'em you got
And have, have, have, have, have, have, fuuuuuuun!

1: la sunshine

I know it's been a while the last time
You're heard la sunshine pick up the and rhyme
But now I think time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, just max and
Because it's time for me to out a few to bed
Because I'm upset at what said
I've heard it through the grapevine been said
sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that I in a long time
The wanna be me's they I sound off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm totally and it sounds real sweet
So if ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and decided to become
One to take total of your soul
Young or all be bold because it's a to behold

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) one more time!

Verse 2:

Now you can bet that I'm first kick a
son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got on the brain
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act of sane
So homeboys and girls come follow me
I'm the fried pipe down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, freestyle is not my
But I gets mad respect norfolk to glasgow
I run this up to about a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers please show me the
And this give me your goddamn autograph

Whipper whip, you can make the sing
Walking around your diamond ring
All the know you as an mc king
So get on the mic and tell 'em it no thing

Verse 3: whip

Well the prince is my and, I do what I must do
When rappers get beside themselves, when I bust two
Or three, see it doesn't to me
Cause the w-h-i-p's got an
Whipper whip, the whipster, gripster
Can't the tipster unless she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on and fountain
1345 is where I to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke
No losses and no toy mosses
It's the kings of kingsly, from bronx to
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can blow a whistle, run far beyond average
Been to the man like randy savage
You be the judge, come stand as I some
There's open invitation to all and some

Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is blow your mind
Ain't no to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 4:

I the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling
stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your
>from back in the days I used to air it to the
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to the wheel to wheel
And style was the real, dig it?
I the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I go and cash checks

Dj mase, since you got the bass, why you hit it, hit it?
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the
it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it
Tito, it!

Verse 5:

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning like a token
No singer, but rap lyric like a ringer
I'm solo, bobo, breaking backs like bolo
No kitten, no booby traps for the sitting
Ducks should I rhyme breezing like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming for the human
Being, I'm g-ing, off keying
Or keenan, ivory, waynan, who's slaying?
A tv or movie, hit singles often me
Like groove me, got me lingers like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me I'm ripping
Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie
A that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad bags
My about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's your mind
no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 6:

I get the honor to rap some old school greats
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new
A perfect from the old and new
Superstar, did I fit in? how did I get in?
Where did I begin,
I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my name's in the ghettos
When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a
a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase
Now, before I go, you know I'm a pro, yo
You won't forget me, why, I flow

So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha
Gmc, ha huh! (yo my is sore)
Yo, get on the mic, on the mic (dammit)
Rock on the mic with your galore!

Verse 7: caz

Well I'm a act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the of facts
old data, see you later alligator
Raid or raider darth vader, cause I'm greater or
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the
Who got screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you can't a bite of
So up your lighter and watch me recite a
Dope verse or two with the or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, preferably
Microphones, all I is one
to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don
When the job is done, but stop me now
I'm on a roll, control the whole
And bowl the whole toll, fold the known
shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and a cute suit boots
your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, break the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap
Who are and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but still in like bob
I'm emphatic erratic static I'm good at it
And suckers get with the automatic
Rhymes are plenty, are many
Yeah, and that's as as jimmy sticking jenny
If anybody knows a trick to my wig
With a lick or real sick a lyrical brick
He's a vick to get tracked off
to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the
Now can I get a witness, I'm out