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 the party like we
Get loose, get loose, get loose
rock, and show 'em you got juice
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 pick up the microphone and rhyme
But now I think it's time to go for
So you can sit back, relax, max and unwind
Because time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm upset at somebody said
I've heard it through the it's been said
sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line I heard in a long time
The wanna be me's that 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
You'll be guided, and I've to become
One to take total control of soul
Young or all be bold it's a sight to behold

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

Verse 2:

Now you can bet I'm first kick a watt
Soul son, 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 piper down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, is not my flow
But I gets mad from norfolk to glasgow
I run up to court about a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers show me the math
And this give me your goddamn autograph

Whipper whip, you can the microphone sing
Walking around sporting your 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
When get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
Cause the w-h-i-p's got an
Whipper whip, the whipster, money
Can't stand the tipster unless she got the to
Move a mountain, left on kingsly and
1345 is where I used to count
The grips in my bucket's the kind 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 randy
You be the judge, stand as I slam some
There's open to all and then some

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

Verse 4:

I kick the chatanooga choo so listen to the calling
Next the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your on your hips
back in the days I used to air it to the hits
Earn the dance step and to play 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 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, it, yes he is rocking it
Tito, it!

Verse 5:

smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token
No singer, but swinging rap like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the
Ducks should I rhyme breezing like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the
Being, I'm g-ing, off keying
Or keenan, ivory, waynan, who's slaying?
A tv or movie, hit often move me
groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no on me while I'm ripping
Slam like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm than glad 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!

6: superstar

I get the honor to rap with old school greats
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new
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 whispered in the
When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a
Write a chapter, and a hell of a phrase
Now, I go, you know that 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)
on the mic with your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: caz

Well I'm a act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track the stack of facts
True old data, see you later
Raid or raider darth vader, cause I'm greater or
Made a of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you can't take a of
So light up your lighter and 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 cute suit
your brain 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 and illing but still in like bob dylan
I'm democratic 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 knows a trick to slip my wig
With a lick or 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 stomped the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out