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

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

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

Hurricane will fade on your ass and
Bust ear drums
Listen everybody 'couse I'm shifting I'm
Fresh like dougie I set my specs and
On the microphone I correct
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 a lot because I've got my share
got a hole in my head and there's no one
To fix it
Got to straighten my thoughts, I'm too
sick shit
Everyone 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 microphone and then I'm
I'm like Bode, I'm a cheech wizard
Never quitting, so you listen

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

I want to say a little something that's

The disrespect to has got to be through
To all the mothers and and the
and friends
I want to offer my and respect to the
End
Well you say i«m twenty something and
Be
But I'm working than ever and you could
it macking
So I'm supposed to sit my couch 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
Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not
Think I'm gonna change up my just to fit in
I keep my underwear up a piece of elastic
I use a bullshit mic made out of plastic
To my rhymes out to all nations
Like ma bell, I've got the ill