Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I rhymes wicked
And some to keep me uplifted
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
all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme
My freakin' is like a pair of Calvin Klein's

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

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

I rock with 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, check the

I rise my eyes burnt like
Get wise to my style more fly than Berry
I don't 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 fuckin' puppeteer, the 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, be gettin' away, drivin' a hearse
So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin' up the devil
And leavin' the skull his ass, catchin' wreck
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 letter like my alibi
A psychic couldn't the science of my mind
man gets 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 Squad
I'ma come to represent the juveniles
I kick styles niggaz can't fuck with
when I come down, I cold wreck the whole shit

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

Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the
I be the illest 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

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

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