Luyện nghe bài hát Style # 386

From dawn to sunrise, to dawn
I drop math in ya path and on
Sunrise to dawn, from to sunrise
For you to try battlin me be unwise
65 cause seven of the week so
You don't catch a sinker slider to the cheek bone
me critical the disc jockey, the B side kickin
Phat eternal, eternal pushin fried chicken
Snap cracklin, the shacklin rap jackels
Sneak attack battlin tacklin
The crab got skills but at the same time artist
I the east and pray to the rhyme goddess
With the tender lovin, the rainin and the big
The sumaritin, homicidal hitchhicker
Hell on wheels of steel, stick
Puffin on beats and rock on to get lifted
Syllables non-refillable blank spaces
Eliminatin contestants to their rank basis
Buryin MCs when the scratch is torn
Direct other rappers can't fuck the natural born
I never the same ginet that Romeo faces
I'm too concerned with my Enhomeostasis
The DJ front and center and the sooner he
You'll be freeze framin till the next lunar
With the crazy ass birds a prey, they got the words to say
They come and circumsize you when ya eatin ya curds and
Try to make a new jack the ace of spades
Before ya know the ledge sorta might replace his grades
Used and confused goin about the whole scheme
Ass backwards from the closin credits to the song
Dire straits reminising back to prior
Ya better off tarzed and your rhymes look in fire
To slash and and try to learn how to earn the wage
The end of the chapter four rabbit, to turn the page
Pathetic cryin on ya knees, beggin for a lease
Lemme keep the autographed and the creased sleeve
The whole prize vaporized before your eyes ya lost
Because the dream was no longer cost
Ya threw a ball and still had to utter gaul
To profile and front, you know my shit is butter y'all
dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn
I drop math in ya path and on
Sunrise to dawn, from to sunrise
For you to try me would be unwise
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to
I drop math in ya path and on
Sunrise to dawn, dawn to sunrise
For you to try battlin me be unwise