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 from 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, the E drops a rhyme
My freakin' frame is a pair of Calvin Klein's

I drop flows Customs and get sniffed out
Like I somethin' when I'm bustin'
I'm Don of mic this shit
I on, to the breaker 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 nuts on the
It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the

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

I rise my eyes like cherry
Get to my style more fly than Halle Berry
I don't so I'm sayin' 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 Jesus is a puppeteer, the devil cut my
Sights off and I'm runnin' wild in atmosphere
For mad niggaz curtains
I'm losin' my mind in this biological

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, wreck
Rip off his head and shit his fuckin' neck, bitch

From the voice in my conscious
I just leave a crazy-ass unconscious
And Y, is a crooked like my alibi
A psychic couldn't tell the of my mind
This man the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die
I'ma 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 Squad
I'ma come down to represent the
I styles that niggaz can't fuck with
'Cause when I down, I cold wreck the whole shit

Now who the wanna 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 that 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 that wanna step nigga
I'll let you where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure

That you can fuck me, I be the illest B.G.
Bustin' from Philly, 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 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 motherfucker step, I dump him in the ditch,