Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From Queens

Rippin' the
And blowin the apart.
These ain't got no heart,
They to quit before they start.
Shakin' and '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,
Chop off legs,
And your head stand.
Tax and wreckin' chumps
All of I rub out.
You the time.
on your mind?
You know I go out.
I be bouts.
Ya
Your is full of bums, see.
You was too clever
Stick the in you,
You're G.

The rip
With the
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe.
I go
I
The flow will ya.
Pumpin' ya a lead,
like 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',
That I 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
Around neck,
swingin' 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' 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 my twenty-fifth
pole.
it out,
And gettin'
Is a understatement.
How to rap a flat,
Puttin' his
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 ain't superb,
You see.
You're out,
a girl to me.
Takin' little
Boo-hoo, baby.
drop.
style.
Breakin' it
Until dust,
And vacuum 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 props 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 album's a relic.
the line,
on mine,
But ya never live to it.
it off quick,
the script.
in the bushes,
Then walkin' the jam.
I'm handin' out
And mushes.
You're a face.
You want to test my slick
Your best to a break beat,
Or you can groove to.
if every rapper
In the world was jams,
As as I set this off
Their mics are
Out hands.
Rockin' the world
With the
Of single.
in the days
I ya,
I need a
To ya jingle.

the sword,
And off the mic cord.
Rappers are
All over the
In state I toured.
I'm the truth,
living god
That's right ya eyes.
And I'll be
In and sneakers,
You can the suit and ties.
No out.
Bet ya uncle dies.
that microphone,
rip it up
sunrise.