Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I flow wicked
And bust some to me uplifted
It to my braincells like from smoke
I'm no joke, I make an old man croak I'm loc'

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 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 breaker one-nine ya dig,

Erick Sermon got funk for days, for who wanna
Backstab me in the back, like the
get these nuts on the real
It's be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel

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

I my eyes burnt like cherry
Get wise to my style more fly Halle Berry
I don't know so I'm sayin'
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 fuckin' puppeteer, the cut my
Sights off and I'm runnin' wild in atmosphere
For mad it's curtains
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 devil
And leavin' the skull decapitate his ass, catchin'
Rip off his head and shit down his fuckin' neck,

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
'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 down 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 that step up, he's sure to fall
Now I come down to be the illest, the
Any that step up, I'm ready to peal his

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

That you can with me, I be the illest B.G.
from Philly, chillin' up in Cali
Sally the Valley, fucked me and she burned 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 where the is kept
You punk and I hit a switch
Any motherfucker step, I him in the ditch, trick