Luyện nghe bài hát Super Lyrical

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Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal is actual fact
tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half a you lack the magical dap of rap
That tackles you back and and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and
This massacre's on as if Picasso you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm possum at school, that's why I have to debate you
My are like Capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes my label
I'm his halo
God I that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's
I'm only emphasizin', I'm all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the
That's contenicals inside of my mental projectable

CHORUS -- I'm supposed to represent (Biggie)
tell you that I'm nice with the
blah, blah, (Canibus)
I'm...<>...I'm supposed to represent

BLACK --
Thought the super lyricist, your arch-nemesis
Still the Punisher, that's my accomplice
Stressin' to emcees how they don't really this
Electrifying shit his excellency spit
cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch
Dancin' double dutch and all nothin' much
My sound wave your chin up like uppercuts
New found of rippin' shit up, I de-ve-lop
Your squad chest swell up, still you're to me
I bring the extremity
Musically intense the globe in suspense
Contemplatin' where the world traveler been
The Roots bless you with a record, long like a epic
Immerse you in 'ol next shit, ill poetic
Thought from Illadelph like nothin' else
My talk stomp like upon every elf, cause...what...

CHORUS -- Lyrically I'm supposed to
tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I'm supposed to
You will lose...I must break you (Ivan from "Rocky")
Lyrically I'm supposed to
Niggaz'll you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
I'm-I'm-I'm...<>...
I'm to represent

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Ay-yo peace Roots east niggaz reppin' the streets most
With heat, toast, and close more Phillies than Pete Rose
dos, niggaz that'll lift ya mentals
Lyrics'll your temples into pretzels
like the "Triumph"

THOUGHT --
My instrumental's the Renaissance, no
To you come across, lyrical holocaust
The crowd emcees freeze then catch seizure
praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers

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Just call me Baby Jesus 'cause niggaz be praisin' me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Daaaaze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you

THOUGHT --
Occasionally as I focus on my opus
The way all fucked up and emcees is hopeless
I leave your head wrecked as I erect
My thought's just a fortress, approach this ferocious

-- Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
I'm-I'm-I'm...<>...
I'm supposed to
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."You lose..."
Lyrically..."I break you..."
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