Luyện nghe bài hát Ta Rasss

Ta rasss, who you think you with?
It's the nine and I'm on some old word to jah type
Flavor, from the larynx, check cd's
Cassettes, brings up in my rest
Mirror, mirror - sit wall!
Who comes down with true - yes y'all!
Membranes, them haffa ? egg
Still I'm full of lead, i-ah nuff man dead
I finesse, wear vest 'pon chest
glock in waist for, whoeva won test
Six million ways to die - one!
blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun
Just to a few, i-ah mash up your crew
it comes, microphone check, one two!
We can get whether 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 is power-u
The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a

I get high fuckin helicopters
And when I get home I off my silk boxers
my nuts, scratch my ass, what the fuck is up?
Check the in the stash
Mc's are fleas, to
I make like thieves, nigga please!
Open sesame, test me
I'll shove my balls in mouth, you look like dizzy gillespie
For those who wave they arm, i'ma it off
the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya
Run you with a tractor!
You a actor, tryin to play my 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
a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spots
The thing she gettin is big.. cock..
When I push and I in that wet.. spot..
How she it? how she like it? she like 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, fast
I blast, mc's last, I move fast
cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glass
I see, asses I must pass, I crash and cut
Like grandmaster flash at mass!
The monster mash bump uglies car crash
I'm like, everlast, _jump around_ when I *bust* ass
Laugh last, best, who you won test?
make a mess on your girlfriend's dress
Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot
I ain't new ta, who da?
Hell is question the _redrum_ master himself
Yeah, I blow ta off the top shelf

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!