Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

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

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

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

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

I still rock 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, the sounds

I rise my eyes 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 runnin' wild in this
For mad it's curtains
I'm losin' my mind in this universe

In my dreams, I'll be gettin' away, a hearse
So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin' up the devil
And the skull decapitate his ass, catchin' wreck
Rip off his head and down 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 couldn't tell the science of my mind
This man the wealth and y'all can all eat shit 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 now?
I'ma come down to represent the
I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck
'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, he's to fall
Now I down to be the illest, the realest
Any nigga that step up, I'm to peal his

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

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

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