Luyện nghe bài hát Ta Rasss

Ta rasss, who you you playin with?
It's the nine and I'm on some old word to jah type
Flavor, from the larynx, check cd's
Cassettes, brings checks up in my
Mirror, - sit 'pon wall!
Who comes down with wicked - yes y'all!
Membranes, them haffa ? egg
Still I'm full of lead, leave nuff man dead
I finesse, wear vest 'pon chest
Pack in waist for, whoeva won test
Six million ways to die - one!
blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun
Just to name a few, i-ah mash up your
Here it comes, check, one two!
We can get wicked night or day
Nine, nine, out and play!

Chorus: 2x

Ta rasss! all I need is
The mic, cash, a twist, and a brew
Ta rasss! all I need is
The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a

I get high like helicopters
And I get home I peel off my silk boxers
Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, the fuck is up?
Check the in the stash
are fleas, to nine
I cheese like thieves, nigga please!
Open sesame, don't me
shove my balls in your mouth, you look like dizzy gillespie
For those who wave they arm, hack it off
the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya
Run you down a tractor!
You a actor, tryin to play my part with no fuckin
You the tin man... nigga!
Go see the of oz or kick the can
Damn, now I am the man the man
With a that pounds like gunshots in weed spots
The only she gettin is big.. cock..
When I and I push in that wet.. spot..
How she like it? how she like it? she it a lot
I'm thick and I hit that g.. spot..

I got cash, cash, I stash hash
In the crack of my ass, then I dash, quick
I blast, mc's don't last, I fast
Like cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, the glass
I see, I must pass, then I crash and cut
Like grandmaster flash at mass!
The monster mash bump like car crash
I'm like, everlast, _jump when I *bust* that ass
Laugh last, best, who you won test?
I'll a mess on your girlfriend's dress
Then bless the buddha, put away the shot shooter
Cause I new ta, who da?
is gonna question the _redrum_ master himself
Yeah, I blow ta rasss off the top

Ta rasss.. all respect out
To krs-one, primo, ralph mcdaniels, ranks
Redman, man, ill al skratch
Tha - j-ro, my nigga!
And that's how i'ma leave you on note right here
If you frontin, on the
I ta rasss.. mad noise, and let you recognize!
It's my now! (ta rasss)
Ta rasss!