Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Loonie

Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I rhymes 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
in my attic, for any crazy bastard
It's all in the mind, when the E a rhyme
My freakin' frame is a pair of Calvin Klein's

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

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

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

I rise my eyes burnt 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 niggaz it's
I'm losin' my in this biological universe

In my dreams, I'll be away, drivin' a hearse
So I get to hell, I'm stabbin' up the devil first
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 letter my alibi
A psychic couldn't tell the of my mind
This man gets the 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 now?
come down to represent the juveniles
I kick styles that can't fuck with
'Cause when I come down, I cold the whole shit

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

Cap, sit relax and dwell on the shit
'Cause I be the little kid, I'm ready to rip
Any motherfucker that wanna nigga
let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure

That you can fuck me, I be the illest B.G.
Bustin' 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 weapon is
You bitch and I hit a switch
Any motherfucker step, I him in the ditch, trick