Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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

1: la sunshine

I know it's been a while since the 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 time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm at what somebody said
I've heard it the grapevine it's been said
That sunshine, rhyme?
Ha! that's the line that I heard in a long time
The wanna be that they I sound off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real
So if you're ready, get set for a to the sun
be guided, and I've decided to become
One to take total of your soul
Young or all be bold because it's a sight to

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is 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 kick a watt
Soul son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of
So homeboys and girls just follow me
I'm the fried pipe down with dub and plug three
I my mans, freestyle is not my flow
But I gets mad respect from norfolk to
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 please me the math
And after this give me your autograph

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

Verse 3: whip

Well the prince is my title and, I do what I do
When get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
Cause the got an army
Whipper whip, the whipster, gripster
Can't stand the tipster unless she got the to
a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain
1345 is where I to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind that 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 like a whistle, run far average
rapping to the man like randy savage
You be the judge, come as I slam some
There's open to all and then some

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

Verse 4:

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

Verse 5:

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a
No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like
No kitten, no hitting traps for the sitting
Ducks should I mention rhyme like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming for the human
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 dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad
My son's about 2, and yelling "go dad!"

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

Verse 6:

I get the honor to rap with some old greats
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they 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 coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my name's whispered in the
When I'm on stage, I a book, flip a page
Write a chapter, and leave a of a phrase
Now, I go, you know that 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 back to the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the stack of
True old data, see you 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 screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you can't a bite of
So light up lighter and watch me recite a
Dope verse or two with the curse or two, rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, seven
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 stroll
And bowl the whole toll, the known souls
Patrol the fruit, toot toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit
Entertain your like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, through the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap
Who are and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but in like bob dylan
I'm democratic erratic static I'm good at it
And suckers get gatted with the
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 real sick a lyrical brick
He's a vick bound to get off
Step to the grandest and get slapped off
Stage, and stomped with the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out