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 rocks the party we
Get loose, get loose, get loose
rock, and show 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: la

I it's been a while since the last time
You're heard la sunshine pick up the and rhyme
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 somebody said
I've heard it through the grapevine been said
That sunshine, rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest 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 and it sounds real sweet
So if you're ready, get set for a to the sun
be guided, and I've decided to become
One to take control of your soul
Young or all be bold because 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!) one more time!

Verse 2:

Now you can bet that I'm kick a watt
Soul son, plug one, I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act of sane
So homeboys and girls come follow me
I'm the pipe piper down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, is not my flow
But I gets mad respect from to glasgow
I run this up to about a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my teachers please show me the math
And after this give me goddamn autograph

Whipper whip, you can make the sing
Walking 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: 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
the w-h-i-p's got an army
Whipper whip, the whipster, gripster
Can't stand the unless she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on and fountain
1345 is where I to count them
The in my bucket's the kind that choke horses
No more and no toy mosses
the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can like a whistle, run far beyond average
Been rapping to the man randy savage
You be the judge, come as I slam some
There's invitation to all and then some

Sticks and stones might 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 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
back in the days I used to air it to the hits
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to
And style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and nuff respects
Without the "bah bah" I couldn't 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!

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 bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the
Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like
Or hedges, I'm fuming 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
groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm
Slam dunking 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 your bones but superstar's blows your
Ain't no need to it (let it go!) just one more time!

6: superstar

I get the honor to rap with some old school
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?
Where did I begin,
I'm from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my whispered in the ghettos
When I'm on stage, I a book, flip a page
a chapter, and leave a hell 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)
Rock on the mic with rhymes galore!

7: grandmaster caz

Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack new
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 plate of soul food, a rude dude with the attitude
Who got screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you can't take a of
So up your 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, 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, fold the known
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
with the loot and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, break the borders
All the manslaughters and daughters
Who are building and chlling in the with a villian
I'm killing and but still in like bob dylan
I'm emphatic 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 anybody a trick to slip my wig
a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a vick 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