Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I rhymes wicked
And bust to keep me uplifted
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
Stored in my attic, for any crazy
It's all in the mind, the E drops a rhyme
My freakin' frame is a pair of Calvin Klein's

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

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

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

I rise my burnt like cherry
Get wise to my style more fly Halle Berry
I don't know so I'm 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 it's curtains
I'm losin' my mind in this biological

In my dreams, I'll be 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 shit his fuckin' neck, bitch

From the little voice in my
I might just leave a crazy-ass
And Y, is a crooked letter like my
A psychic tell the science of my mind
This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat and die
'Cause I'ma 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 Squad
I'ma come down to represent the
I kick styles that niggaz fuck with
'Cause when I come down, I cold wreck the whole

Now who the wanna see Jamal, I fades 'em all
And any nigga that step up, sure to fall
Now I down to be the illest, the realest
Any nigga step up, I'm ready to peal his

Cap, sit back and dwell on the shit
'Cause I be the little kid, I'm ready to rip
Any motherfucker that wanna nigga
I'll let you where 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 illest and I earned my B

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