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, it's the 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 keep it on and on, it's never quitting and
Strictly held is the style I go
Never rock the mice the panty hose
I on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go
'couse at the boards is the man call the Mario
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 hits I was rod crew

You can't, you won't and you stop
Ad Rock come and rock the shot

Hurricane will cross fade on ass and
Bust your ear
Listen everybody 'couse I'm gears I'm
like dougie 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
I've got rhymes than I've got grey hairs
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 my thoughts, I'm thinking too
sick shit
Everyone takes and takes, takes, takes,

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

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

I want to say a little that's long

The to women has got to be through
To all the and sisters and the
and friends
I want to offer my and respect to the
End
Well you say i«m twenty 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 gonna change up my style to fit in
I keep my underwear up with a piece of
I use a bullshit mic made out of plastic
To my rhymes out to all nations
Like ma bell, I've got the ill