Luyện nghe bài hát Ta Rasss

Ta rasss, who you think you with?
It's the nine and I'm on some old to jah type shit
Flavor, spits from the larynx, cd's
Cassettes, brings up in my rest
Mirror, mirror - sit wall!
Who down with true 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 glock in waist for, won test
Six million ways to die - one!
blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun
Just to name a few, mash up your crew
it comes, microphone check, one two!
We can get wicked night or day
Nine, nine, out and play!

repeat 2x

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

I get like fuckin helicopters
And when I get I peel off my silk boxers
Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the is up?
Check the in the stash
Mc's are fleas, to
I make cheese like thieves, please!
sesame, don't test me
I'll my balls in your mouth, you look like dizzy gillespie
For those who wave arm, i'ma hack it off
the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya
Run you down a tractor!
You a actor, to play my part with no fuckin heart
You the tin man... nigga!
Go see the wizard of oz or the can
Damn, now I am the man the man
With a sound that pounds like in weed spots
The only thing she is big.. cock..
When I and I push in that wet.. spot..
How she it? how she like it? she like it a lot
Cause I'm thick and I hit 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 move
cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glass
I see, asses I pass, then I crash and cut
grandmaster flash at early mass!
The mash bump uglies like car crash
I'm like, everlast, _jump when I *bust* that ass
Laugh last, laugh best, who you won
I'll make a on your girlfriend's dress
Then bless the buddha, put the sixteen shot shooter
Cause I new ta, who da?
Hell is 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, method man, ill al
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!
my turn now! (ta rasss)
Ta rasss!