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 like we
Get loose, get loose, get loose
Just rock, and 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: la

I know it's been a 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, just max and
it's time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm upset at what somebody
I've heard it the grapevine it's been said
sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the line that I heard in a long time
The wanna be me's that they I off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it real sweet
So if ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and I've decided to
One to take total control of soul
Young or all be bold it's a sight to behold

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

Verse 2:

Now you can bet that I'm first kick a
son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act of sane
So homeboys and girls just come me
I'm the fried piper 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 clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers please me the math
And after this give me your goddamn

Whipper whip, you can make the microphone
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

Well the prince is my and, I do what I must do
rappers get beside themselves, that's 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
stand 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 losses and no toy mosses
It's the kings of kingsly, 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 invitation to all and then some

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

Verse 4:

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so to the calling
Next the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but your jaws on your hips
>from back in the days I used to air it to the
Earn the dance step and to play the wheel to wheel
And wild 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, you got the bass, why don't 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 like a token
No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a
I'm solo, like bobo, backs like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the
Ducks should I mention rhyme like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the
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 on me while I'm ripping
Slam dunking a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad
My about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Sticks and might break your bones but superstar's blows your mind
Ain't no to hold 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, from the new school
A blend from 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, before I go, you know I'm a pro, yo
You won't forget me, why, because I

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!

Verse 7: caz

Well I'm a black act back to the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the of facts
True old data, see you later
Raid or raider darth vader, I'm greater or rater
Made a of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got cause he chewed
But I'm a writer, you can't take a of
So light up your lighter and watch me a
Dope verse or two the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, seven
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, the whole stroll
And bowl the whole toll, fold the souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
with the loot and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit)
record us, break through 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 democratic emphatic static I'm good at it
And suckers get gatted with the
are plenty, styles are many
Yeah, and that's as real as sticking jenny
If anybody a trick to slip my wig
With a lick or real with a lyrical brick
He's a bound to get tracked off
Step to the and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the
Now can I get a witness, I'm out