Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just it
Cause nobody the party like we
Get loose, get loose, get loose
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 microphone and
But now I it's time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, max and unwind
Because it's for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm at what somebody said
I've heard it through the grapevine been said
That sunshine, can't
Ha! the funniest line that I heard in a long time
The wanna be me's that they I sound off
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds sweet
So if you're ready, get set for a to the sun
You'll be guided, and decided to become
One to take total control of your
Young or all be bold it's a sight to behold

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

2: posdnuos

Now you can bet that I'm kick a watt
Soul son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top
Forward, backstep, got on the brain
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of
So homeboys and girls just follow me
I'm the fried pipe piper down 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 court about a to the sec
Cause my hoodie clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers show me the math
And after this give me goddamn autograph

Whipper whip, you can make the microphone
Walking around sporting your diamond
All the ladies know you as an mc
So get on the mic and 'em it ain't no thing

Verse 3: whipper

Well the is my title and, I do what I must do
When rappers get beside themselves, when I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
Cause the got an army
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 them
The grips in my bucket's the that choke horses
No more and no toy mosses
It's the 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, come stand as I some
There's open invitation to all and some

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

Verse 4:

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the
Next stop's the rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your jaws on hips
>from back in the days I used to air it to the
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to
And style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and and gets nuff 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
Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is it
Tito, it!

5: tito

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

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

Verse 6:

I get the honor to rap with some old greats
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, from the new school
A perfect blend the old and new
Superstar, did I fit in? how did I get in?
did I begin, sin?
I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five
Yeah, my name's in the ghettos
When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a
Write a chapter, and leave a of a phrase
Now, I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo
You forget me, why, because 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 rhymes galore!

7: grandmaster 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 the attitude
Who got cause he chewed
But I'm a writer, you can't a bite of
So light up your and watch me recite 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
Mc's to school, ten or eleven a bottle of don
When the job is done, but stop me now
I'm on a roll, control the stroll
And bowl the whole toll, the known souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to my main (shit) stain
record us, break through the borders
All the manslaughters and daughters
Who are and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but in like bob dylan
I'm democratic emphatic erratic static I'm at it
And get gatted with the automatic
Rhymes are plenty, styles are
Yeah, and that's as real as sticking jenny
If anybody knows a to slip my wig
With a lick or real sick with a lyrical
a vick bound to get tracked off
Step to the and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out