Luyện nghe bài hát Sure Shot

You can't, you won't and you don't
Mike D come on and rock the shot
I've got the brand new doo-doo
Yoo Hoo
I'm on Dr John, yea Mr Zu Zu
I'm a newlywed, not a
And everything I do is funky Lee Dorsey
Well, the taking of Pelham, one, two, three
If you a doodoo rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire the unique rhyme
And
I it on and on, it's never quitting time and
Strictly hand is the style I go
Never the mice with the panty hose
I on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
at the boards is the man they call the Mario
Pull up at the function and you know I
To all the party people are on my bozak
I've got more action my man John Woo
And I've got mad hits like I was rod

You can't, you and you don't stop
Ad come and rock the sure shot

Hurricane will cross fade on ass and
Bust your ear
everybody 'couse I'm shifting gears I'm
Fresh like when I set my specs and
On the I come correct
Timing like a clock I' rock the hip hop
Top notch is my stock on the box
got more rhymes than I've got grey hairs
And that's a lot because I've got my
I've got a in my head and there's no one
To fix it
Got to my thoughts, I'm thinking too
Much sick
just takes and takes, takes, takes,

I've got to step back, got to contemplate
I'm like Lee Perry, I'm
On rock the microphone and then I'm
I'm Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech wizard
quitting, so won't you listen

Oh yes indeed, it's fun
Cause you can't, you won't and you stop
Mca come and the sure shot

I want to say a little something that's

The to women has got to be through
To all the mothers and and the
and friends
I to offer my love and respect to the
End
Well you say i«m twenty something and
Be
But I'm working harder than ever and you
it macking
So I'm supposed to sit my couch watching my
T.V.
I'm listening to wax, I'm not using the cd
I'm kid in the corner
All up and I want to so I'm gonna
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not
Think I'm gonna change up my style to fit in
I keep my up with a piece of elastic
I use a mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all
Like ma bell, I've got the ill