Luyện nghe bài hát Straight From Queens

Rippin' the
And blowin the apart.
These MC's got no heart,
They need to before they start.
and breakin' '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 petty 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.
I come on
I'm it up
like a madman.
I fly head,
off your legs,
And your head stand.
Tax and wreckin' chumps
All of I rub out.
You the time.
What's on your
You know I go out.
I be bouts.
Ya
Your is full 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 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.
at me laugh
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 take gem.
I'm takin' it off your
With every that I select,
And it up and cuttin'.
I'm starin'
disrespect.
off.
Yeah,
Squeezin' like a grip,
ya off the stage,
the crowd,
So have a trip.

I'm control.
I
The microphone as as gold.
Fly, so heads.
I built my
pole.
it out,
And wrecked
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,
Like a to me.
your little
Boo-hoo, baby.
drop.
style.
Breakin' it
Until dust,
And I'ma up the pile.
Showin',
And provin',
And groovin',
And makin a
On the mic.
a Marlboro
In his mouth,
Just
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 want to test me.

of funkadelic.
Every album's a relic.
the line,
on mine,
But ya never to tell 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?
best to rock a break beat,
Or you can groove to.
if every rapper
In the world was jams,
As as I set this off
Their are slidin'
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
right before ya eyes.
And be rollin'
In and sneakers,
You can the suit and ties.
No out.
Bet ya uncle dies.
that microphone,
rip it up
sunrise.