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 rocks 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 it's been a while since the time
You're la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme
But now I think time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, max and unwind
Because it's for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm at what somebody said
heard it through the grapevine it's been said
That sunshine, can't
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 unique and it sounds real sweet
So if ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and I've to become
One to take total of your soul
or all be bold because it's a sight to behold

Sticks and stones might break your but pos is gonna blow your mind
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, 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 just come follow me
I'm the fried pipe 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 court about a to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's
So my hip-hop teachers please me the math
And after this give me your goddamn

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 no thing

3: whipper whip

Well the prince is my title and, I do what I do
When rappers get themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
Cause the got an army
whip, the whipster, money gripster
Can't stand the tipster she got the hips to
Move a mountain, on kingsly and fountain
is where I used to count them
The grips in my bucket's the that 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 savage
You be the judge, come as I slam some
open invitation to all and then some

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

4: dove

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, here's the to my clock
It's the flips, but your jaws on your hips
>from back in the I used to air it to the hits
the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
And style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff
Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and 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, it, yes he is rocking it
Tito, it!

Verse 5:

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning like a token
No singer, but swinging rap like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, backs like bolo
No kitten, no hitting traps for the sitting
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 often move me
groove me, they 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 bags
My about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

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

6: superstar

I get the honor to rap with some old 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?
Where did I begin,
I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five
Yeah, my whispered in the ghettos
When I'm on stage, I write a book, a page
Write a chapter, and leave a of a phrase
Now, before I go, you 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!

Verse 7: caz

I'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack with the stack of facts
True old data, see you alligator
Raid or raider vader, cause I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude with the attitude
Who got screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you take a bite 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, seven
Microphones, all I is one
Mc's to school, ten or eleven then a of don
When the job is done, but don't me now
I'm on a roll, control the whole
And bowl the whole toll, the known souls
Patrol the fruit, toot toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a cute boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to my main (shit) stain
record us, break through the borders
All the manslaughters and daughters
Who are and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but still in bob dylan
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 knows a trick to my wig
With a lick or real sick with a brick
He's a vick bound to get off
to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and stomped with the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out