Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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

Verse 1: la

I know been a while since the last time
You're heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and
But now I think time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, just max and
Because time for me to out a few heads to bed
I'm upset at what somebody said
I've heard it through the grapevine it's said
That sunshine, can't
Ha! that's the line that I heard in a long time
The wanna be me's they I sound off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm unique and it sounds 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 your
Young or all be bold because it's a sight to

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your
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 of sane
So homeboys and girls just follow me
I'm the fried pipe piper with dub and plug three
I my mans, freestyle is not my flow
But I gets mad respect from to glasgow
I run this up to about a minute to the sec
my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers please show me the
And after this give me goddamn autograph

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

Verse 3: whip

the prince is my title and, I do what I must do
When rappers get themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
Cause the w-h-i-p's got an
whip, the whipster, money gripster
Can't stand the tipster she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on and fountain
1345 is I used to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind 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 like a whistle, run far beyond
Been rapping to the man like randy
You be the judge, come stand as I slam
There's invitation to all and then some

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

Verse 4:

I the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling
stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
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 block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff
Without the "bah diddy bah" I go and cash 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 rap lyric like a ringer
I'm solo, bobo, breaking backs like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby for the sitting
Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like
Or hedges, I'm autographs for the human
Being, I'm g-ing, off keying
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's
A tv or movie, hit singles move 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 pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad
My son's about 2, and yelling "go dad!"

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

6: superstar

I get the honor to rap some old school greats
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they the new school
A perfect blend 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 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 your galore!

7: grandmaster caz

Well I'm a black act to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack with the stack of facts
True old data, see you later
Raid or raider vader, cause I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude 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 me recite a
Dope verse or two the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But a few minutes of funk, preferably seven
Microphones, all I is one
Mc's to school, ten or 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 the hoot
Scoot the loot and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your brain kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, break the borders
All the manslaughters and daughters
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 gatted with the
Rhymes are plenty, styles are
Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy sticking
If anybody a trick to slip my wig
With a lick or real with a lyrical brick
a vick bound to get tracked off
Step to the grandest and get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out