Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

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

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

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

Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna
Backstab me in the back, like the
Can't get nuts on the real
gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel

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

I rise my eyes burnt cherry
Get wise to my style more fly than Berry
I don't know so I'm bye-bye
next 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 is a fuckin' puppeteer, the devil cut my
off and I'm runnin' wild in this atmosphere
For mad niggaz curtains
I'm losin' my in this biological universe

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

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

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 now?
I'ma down to represent the juveniles
I kick styles that niggaz fuck with
when I come down, I cold wreck the whole shit

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

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

That you can fuck me, I be the illest B.G.
from Philly, chillin' up in Cali
Sally from the Valley, fucked me and she me
So you I got the illest and I earned my props B

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