Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From Queens

Rippin' the
And the stage apart.
These ain't got no heart,
need to quit before they start.
Shakin' and 'em down.
at least.
'em up, up at least.
'em in a pilek.
Now have a 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 getcha 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
Just a madman.
I fly head,
Chop off legs,
And your head stand.
Tax and wreckin' chumps
All of I rub out.
You the time.
What's on mind?
You know I go out.
I be bouts.
Ya
block; is full of bums, see.
You was too clever
the fork in you,
You're G.

The rip
With the
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
Made your 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 your
your neck,
Just loose.
I take gem.
I'm takin' it off neck
With line that I select,
And it up and cuttin'.
While I'm
disrespect.
off.
Yeah,
Squeezin' like a grip,
ya off the stage,
the crowd,
So a nice trip.

I'm control.
I
The as good as gold.
Fly, so heads.
I my twenty-fifth
pole.
it out,
And wrecked
Is a understatement.
How to rap a flat,
his head
the pavement.
'em up,
Just a flame 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 I'ma up the pile.
Showin',
And provin',
And groovin',
And a movie
On the mic.
Slappin' a
In his mouth,
like
A little tyke.
Master of the
Maniac,
Mad style,
man.
the mic
Since I was
A child.
Props and
More than Terminator 2.
pen and pad
I to you,
And on the too.
with energy,
lyrically,
my empire.
You don't want to me.

of funkadelic.
Every like a relic.
the line,
on mine,
But ya never live to it.
it off quick,
the script.
in the bushes,
Then around the jam.
I'm out pounds
And mushes.
makin' a face.
You want to test my maneuver?
Your best to rock a beat,
Or somethin' you can to.
if every rapper
In the was makin' jams,
As as I set this off
Their mics are
Out hands.
Rockin' the junky's
With the
Of single.
in the days
I ya,
I a beat
To ya jingle.

the sword,
And off the mic cord.
are dead
All the street
In every I toured.
I'm the truth,
With god
That's before ya eyes.
And be rollin'
In and sneakers,
You can keep the and ties.
No out.
Bet ya uncle dies.
that microphone,
rip it up
sunrise.