Luyện nghe bài hát Supa Sexy

[repeating in background:] "rock, the body - rock the body body"

Dino the specialist

Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John do your thing thing
Check it

The all eye seein, divine
The brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin that bit me
I feel for you victims, with up in me (uh-huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of
Back the fuck up, cause I'm off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, hissin
The razor victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the
for enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior
America the grave for gun (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood again
Make you wonder, about the thunder the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out minds
right timin, bite with vampire rhymes

[Method
Hmm, eye spy, my crooked eye
Full metal soldiers, born to die
Put em up fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched here, the true and
Night vision unseen, Jean
when I hack men The Unforgiven, in prison
in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you
to my twelve dirty dozens, flabbergasted
by tracks that be Tru Mastered, attract
beef plus they ass backwards, stick
til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is dealt
hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt
What the huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the Underground Railroad, with
a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien
About to put that up in em, I Can't Live
My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
T2 Judgment comin, nobody's
I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
when the coppers chase, I give em finger
The hip-hop singer, to tell America
to his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya
from major misbehavior, heavy hands
layin corners in the elevator, guard your

I speculate, get my darts straight, don't
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the
set the bait, checkmate, with cha mental state
Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL
Big boys catch you at the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the
Got the shank the talk walk the walk from New York
to Up North to to L.A., to all day
To cliches to replays, to all the DJ's
To in the PJ's, equality days
With like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog bred, runnin from red, catch dead
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we
shit gangs in Now Born, check for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the
We never were conned, out and knowledge born

[repeat til fade:] ("Rock, the body body - rock the body")