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 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, the taking of Pelham, one, two, three
If you want a rhyme then come see me
I've got the savior faire with the unique
And
I keep it on and on, it's never time and
Strictly hand held is the I go
Never rock the mice with the 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 people that are on my bozak
I've got more action than my man Woo
And got mad hits like I was rod crew

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

Hurricane cross fade on your ass and
your ear drums
Listen everybody 'couse I'm shifting I'm
like dougie when I set my specs and
On the microphone I correct
like a clock when I' rock the hip hop
Top notch is my on the soap box
I've got more rhymes than got grey hairs
And a lot because I've got my share
I've got a hole in my and there's no one
To fix it
Got to my thoughts, I'm thinking too
Much sick
Everyone just and takes, takes, takes,

I've got to step back, I've got to
I'm Lee Perry, I'm very
On rock the microphone and then I'm
I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a cheech
Never quitting, so won't you

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

I to say a little something that's long

The disrespect to women has got to be
To all the and sisters and the
Wives and
I to offer my love and respect to the
End
Well you say i«m something and should
Be
But I'm working harder than and you could
it macking
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 that kid in the
All fucked up and I to so I'm gonna
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 of elastic
I use a bullshit mic that's made out of
To send my rhymes out to all
Like ma bell, got the ill communications