Luyện nghe bài hát Take a Rest

Well gracious, let me just take this
Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update
For you and yours, because
Some MC's have but suck
So I pluck em feathers on the back of a chicken
I'm mad like a pit when my man says, "sick 'em"
Positive is the mindstate, but it could still that
I kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to em all out and
They think they know things, like I'm about and
try to analyze criticize scandalize
The outcome is death, ask me to sympathize
Realize, that I'm not to be played
I'll flip so fast, you know I'm the same kid
I'm tired and fed, all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney, that went out Pro-Keds
You've got no leads, so you shoot
It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top
my money, and investin it wisely
Snatchin up chumps when try to sneak by me
I'm the dominant one, me the prominent one
And as I'm speakin be bombin the dumb
Deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp
MC's with ease like it's lunchtime
Or crunchtime, when they get done without
I'll bust that butt from nighttime til
Your song's boring, and so I'm
Much points cause when it's to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like
I the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a three-eight, your head off
And just in case you might be wearin a vest
Cause you're simply a pest in mess I suggest you

ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
Arranged by a brain, delivering rhymes clear
And concise with a nice voice and
the fakes like a taste of some poison
Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their are all flat
They're their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac
Me follow that crap, no way Jose
I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier
Days will go by, and you'll know why
MC's like me will rise the Enterprise
Starship, headin straight for the
Destination, a place where no
Is permitted, the Guru is with it to
How some are scared to ride on a Four train
Or any other train in the city, for matter
Playin a that they stole like a batter
But I know they ain't so I'll paint the real
My vocals go solo and like a bolo hitcha
in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest
Cause you thought off-brand jam was the best
You fessed cause you guessed people be impressed
I'm gonna bust that bubble on the "take a rest"

Sit back and reflect, and chill out
Rhymes like make blood spill out
But you can't me, for bringin disaster
With all these ducks, claimin they're the masters
thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
As I roll uphill, they roll downhill
Now they're wondering how lost their touch
Wanna buy my rhymes but mine too much
I'm the innovative one, me the creative one
And I won't stop til the job is
All the slobs just run I come to get some
Cause they know better, than to challenge this
They get you can trust cause I won't let a
Booty-ass rapper get wins me?
I guarantee that I act friendly
Cause crabs have a and deserve to get whipped on
Their girls get kissed on, they get flipped on
I slaughter and slay, or em up quick
Cause the lyrics kick make me seriously sick
No substance, no value, but
gettin daytime play but I still say they should "take a rest"