Luyện nghe bài hát Sure Shot (European B-Boy Mix) (Remixed By The Prunes)

You can't, you and you don't stop
D come on and rock the sure 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 like Lee Dorsey
Well, the taking of Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a rhyme then come see me
I've got the faire with the unique rhyme
And
I keep it on and on, it's never quitting and
Strictly hand held is the I go
Never rock the with the panty hose
I strap on my ear and I'm ready to go
'couse at the boards is the man they call the
Pull up at the and you know I Kojak
To all the people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man Woo
And I've got mad like I was rod crew

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

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

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

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

I want to say a little that's long

The disrespect to women has got to be
To all the mothers and and the
Wives and
I want to offer my love and to the
End
Well you say twenty something and should
Be
But I'm working than ever and you could
Call it
So I'm supposed to sit upon my watching my
T.V.
I'm still listening to wax, I'm not the cd
I'm kid in the corner
All fucked up and I want to so I'm
a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quitting
Think I'm change up my style just to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of
I use a mic that's made out of plastic
To send my rhymes out to all
Like ma bell, got the ill communications