Luyện nghe bài hát Syntax Era

Chorus once: busta rhymes, dinco d & charlie brown

Dinco, dinco, go
Go charlie, go
Charlie. go busta,
Go busta. you we got style

1:
When it to shoutouts
Boogie brown is don't fear.
The clear just to it. now I drive.
Come alive from the to the top.
Temptation or confusion you wanna stop.
But (I you, and you know me)
C.b.m.c. given to me by d.
deep as I look at all the videos.
Wack shows, wack page flows.
Biters writers. (example the sample).
It was an age and a stage back.
The girlie's she's having a cardiac.
Like seizures no
Amnesia comatose double anaesthesia.
Damn. (damn) I say.
What are you doing! , I at your stare so yo
Come do me, it's done or should I say it's on.
The instrumental I continue with.
My yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of
The east stomp. fam understand.
Several brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover.

2:
(it's another case) wow! (base).
Why is everybody picking on me.
Now let's see our played.
I'm donkey kong fat the notes.
the script run the jewels.
(the of the new school).
Yet I shine when I (you know, you know)
remember the scenario.

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3:
For the valley pete's sake tea makes.
A ace in a hole
You gold, only sold to who
Was told now trembling
When I and down listen wait.
Who's coming around sounding like that sound.
I it's dinco, milo, busta, and bro! wn.
minds of two kinds run one with the sun.
I my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters
That come from all over the to trace the base.
Inspector clouseau I wonder is though.
Oh no, no security.
Nets human casualties
Call for raw in beat societies.
Lessons speak,
Stand be strong. keep from weak in the years long.
leaders let loose leading leftbacks.
And misguided letting leaks lack.
of truth. look ma' no hands.
Lend lots of love only lasting cause I'm asking.
Could we be average not savage,
But near newly more duty, than terror.
to my girl.
"whoops era!

Verse 3: busta
cat do this, do that.
Wanna do ?
Do this.
Chicky chubaka.
getty gothca.
Ah man, all of a sudden say I be buggin'
culture musikal hip-hop! I be lovin'
Gimme, gimme, something.
something for nothing.
Rich blood sucker of the I see you.
Hickory, dickory.
Hay out for the trickery.
happened to creativity, dignity, integrity.
Hey mr. don't try to read my mind.
Just worry getting yours, because I'm getting mines.
Leaders made a to keep this type of music.
forever.
Whatever, whatever.
We live in an era where aren't made to
Remain an error, but I that's kinda better.
Understand that and how you use it.
Rap is business music, hip-hop is music.
Now you get to see the one sun super dumb.
Dance around because you know that we it for fun.
and trippin'.
You little sorry sucker you
Lay my lap bacause I'm gonna
you a whippen.
Trippin', and winin'
Stop the crying.
I know what you tryi! n'
You stop lyin'.
correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better.
As I straight.
Check my era.

to god, 1993, shit is solid.

2nd chorus three times:

We are the l. (what!)
We are the o. (what!)
We are the n. (what!)
We are the s. (what!)

repeated three times