Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From Queens

Rippin' the
And blowin the apart.
These MC's 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 petty 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.
I come on
I'm it up
Just a madman.
I fly head,
off your legs,
And your head stand.
Tax and these chumps
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
Stick the in you,
You're G.

The rip
the ultimate
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe.
I go
I
The will smack ya.
ya full a lead,
Just a nine.
it off in half the time.
Takin' a
And mine.
way behind.
Ya a title,
And all the
Made 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 I'll it.
Any,
The every,
The his,
The hers,
Of those,
Of theirs,
Of them,
I see your
your neck,
Just loose.
I your gem.
I'm it off your neck
every line that I select,
And it up and cuttin'.
I'm starin'
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 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' little
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.
a Marlboro
In his mouth,
Just
A dirty tyke.
Master of the
Maniac,
Mad style,
man.
the mic
Since I was
A child.
and props;
More than Terminator 2.
pen and pad
I to you,
And on the too.
with energy,
lyrically,
my empire.
You want to test 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 around the jam.
I'm handin' out
And mushes.
You're a face.
You want to test my maneuver?
Your to rock a break beat,
Or you can groove to.
Even if rapper
In the world was jams,
As soon as I set off
Their are slidin'
Out hands.
the junky's world
With the
Of single.
in the days
I ya,
I a beat
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 before ya eyes.
And be rollin'
In and sneakers,
You can keep the and ties.
No out.
Bet ya uncle dies.
Gimme microphone,
rip it up
sunrise.