Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From Queens

Rippin' the
And blowin the apart.
These ain't got no heart,
They need to quit before start.
and breakin' 'em down.
at least.
'em up, up at least.
'em in a pilek.
Now a stomp and a smile, G.


Jason.
When I be
rappers,
style,
down.
Their style's bassin',
All in my face.
You got the mic,
But I gotta off it.
You got my rhyme,
Now it.
Brother, the tip and forfeit.
nada,
not a,
I'm hotter.
You're a trotter.

Switch the 'e' an 'a,'
And karata.
When I on
I'm it up
like a madman.
I fly head,
off your legs,
And your head stand.
Tax and wreckin' these
All of I rub out.
You the time.
What's on mind?
You I never go out.
I be bouts.
Ya
Your block; is of bums, see.
You never was too
the fork in you,
You're G.

The rip
the ultimate
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe.
I go
I
The flow will ya.
ya full a lead,
Just a nine.
Kickin' it off in the time.
Takin' a
And mine.
way behind.
Ya a title,
And all the
your title for ya.
Hopin',
And prayin',
And wishin',
I can't rap,
But I rip all a
In half.
Look at me
Ya style.
Ya it.
Mmm, I see goodies.
the mic and hoodie.
Now dick it.
Any,
The every,
The his,
The hers,
Of those,
Of theirs,
Of them,
I see title
Around neck,
Just loose.
I take gem.
I'm takin' it off neck
With every line I select,
And it up and cuttin'.
While I'm
disrespect.
off.
Yeah,
Squeezin' a vice grip,
ya off the stage,
the crowd,
So a nice trip.

I'm control.
I
The as good as gold.
Fly, so heads.
I built my
pole.
it out,
And wrecked
Is a understatement.
How to rap a flat,
his head
the pavement.
'em up,
Just like a thrower.
'em
With the flower.
'em out in pairs,
the man, Noah.
'em up
Just a trophy,
For the to see.
You really superb,
You see.
You're out,
a girl to me.
Takin' your
Boo-hoo, baby.
drop.
style.
Breakin' it
there's dust,
And vacuum up the pile.
Showin',
And provin',
And groovin',
And a movie
On the mic.
a Marlboro
In his mouth,
Just
A dirty tyke.
Master of the
Maniac,
Mad style,
man.
the mic
Since I was
A child.
Props and
More props than 2.
pen and pad
I to you,
And on the too.
with energy,
lyrically,
my empire.
You want to test me.

of funkadelic.
Every like a relic.
the line,
on mine,
But ya live to tell it.
it off quick,
the script.
in the bushes,
Then around the jam.
I'm out pounds
And mushes.
makin' a face.
You to test my slick maneuver?
best to rock a break beat,
Or you can groove to.
Even if rapper
In the world was jams,
As soon as I set off
mics are slidin'
Out hands.
the junky's world
With the
Of single.
Back in the
I ya,
I a beat
To ya jingle.

the sword,
And off the mic cord.
Rappers are
All the street
In state I toured.
I'm the truth,
With god
That's before ya eyes.
And I'll be
In and sneakers,
You can the suit and ties.
No out.
Bet ya never dies.
that microphone,
rip it up
sunrise.