Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I flow rhymes
And bust some to keep me
It flows to my braincells like smoke
I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm

I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got
in my attic, for any crazy bastard
It's all in the mind, when the E drops a
My freakin' frame is like a of Calvin Klein's

I drop through Customs and get sniffed out
Like I stole when I'm bustin'
I'm Don of mic with shit
I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig,

Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna
Backstab me in the back, the O'Jays
Can't get these nuts on the
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E the steel

I still rock with My
With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin'
So get off, get off and if you want the scoop
On the E Double, check the

I rise my eyes like cherry
Get wise to my more fly than Halle Berry
I know so I'm sayin' bye-bye
Until try

Def Squad, is in the house, yo
Beret, is in the house, yo
L.O.D., is in the house, yo
Murray, is in the house, yo

And Jesus is a puppeteer, the devil cut my
Sights off and I'm wild in this atmosphere
For mad niggaz it's
I'm losin' my mind in this biological

In my dreams, I'll be gettin' away, a hearse
So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin' up the first
And leavin' the skull his ass, catchin' wreck
Rip off his head and shit his fuckin' neck, bitch

From the little voice in my
I just leave a crazy-ass unconscious
And Y, is a letter like my alibi
A psychic couldn't tell the science of my
man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die
'Cause I'ma gets mines,

coast, is in the house, yo
coast, is in the house, yo
N.Y.C., is in the house, yo
Jamal, is in the house, yo

Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad
I'ma come to represent the juveniles
I kick styles niggaz can't fuck with
'Cause I come down, I cold wreck the whole shit

Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal, I 'em all
And any nigga that step up, he's sure to
Now I come to be the illest, the realest
Any nigga that up, I'm ready to peal his

Cap, sit back relax and on the shit
I be the illest little kid, I'm ready to rip
Any motherfucker that step nigga
I'll let you know the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure

you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.
Bustin' from Philly, up in Cali
from the Valley, fucked me and she burned me
So you know I got the and I earned my props B

Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC that
And let know where the weapon is kept
You punk bitch and I hit a
Any step, I dump him in the ditch, trick