Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

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

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

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

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

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

I rise my burnt like cherry
Get wise to my style more fly Halle Berry
I know 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 is a fuckin' puppeteer, the devil cut my
off and I'm runnin' wild in this 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 stabbin' up the devil
And the skull decapitate his ass, catchin' wreck
Rip off his head and shit down his fuckin' neck,

From the voice in my conscious
I might just a crazy-ass unconscious
And Y, is a crooked letter my alibi
A psychic tell the science of my mind
This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat 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 down to represent the juveniles
I kick styles niggaz can't fuck with
'Cause when I come down, I cold the whole shit

Now who the fuck 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 illest little kid, I'm to rip
Any motherfucker that wanna nigga
I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you

you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.
Bustin' from Philly, chillin' up in
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 ready to rip any MC that
And let them know the weapon is kept
You punk and I hit a switch
Any motherfucker step, I dump him in the ditch,