Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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

Verse 1: la

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

Sticks and stones break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind
no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 2:

Now you can bet that I'm first kick a
Soul son, one, posdnuos I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of
So homeboys and girls just come me
I'm the fried pipe piper with dub and plug three
I like my mans, is not my flow
But I gets mad respect norfolk to glasgow
I run up to court about a minute to the sec
my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my teachers please show me the math
And after this give me your 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 ain't no

Verse 3: whipper

the prince is my title 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, on kingsly and fountain
1345 is where I used to count
The grips in my bucket's the kind that horses
No more losses and no toy
the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can blow a whistle, run far beyond average
Been rapping to the man like savage
You be the judge, stand as I slam some
There's open to all and then some

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

4: dove

I kick the chatanooga choo so listen to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my
It's the flips, but keep your on your hips
>from back in the I used to air it to the hits
the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
And style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and 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!

5: tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a
No singer, but swinging rap like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby for the sitting
should I mention rhyme breezing like benson
Or hedges, I'm autographs for the human
Being, I'm g-ing, off keying
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, slaying?
A tv or movie, hit often move me
Like groove me, they got me lingers a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm
Slam dunking a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier glad bags
My about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's your mind
Ain't no need to it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 6:

I get the honor to rap with some old school
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they the new school
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 west coast or 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)
on the mic with your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: caz

Well I'm a black act to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the of facts
True old data, see you later
Raid or darth vader, cause I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got cause he chewed
But I'm a writer, you take a bite of
So light up your lighter and watch me a
Dope verse or two with the curse or two, 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 the whole toll, fold the known souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the
Scoot with the loot and a cute suit boots
Entertain your like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls us, break through the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap
Who are building and in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but still in bob dylan
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 real as jimmy sticking
If anybody knows a trick to my wig
With a or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a bound to get tracked off
to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly with the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out