Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Em

You abou' to come through
(Yeah, don't it)
You about to through
(I got check this out man)
You gonna front on me
(I gonna front on niggas man)
Make sure man, I'm tellin' you now
(Check this out, I'm about to do right now)
You gonna it word up, ha

Personal ggats I about 11
Without weapons I swing more bats K7
Plus, I'm soup like without heaven
Some rappers pack great big guns Frank Drebbin

In century
I the crown for bringin' flavor in ya ear
Plus I'm down
I maneuver techniques for species of all

The third, yours and mine, is in full effect
I come with the mothership and other shit
Yeah all the way like a concert
The most respected brother, puttin' in some

Yeah, if you got a crew you better 'em
E rhymes from the cerebellum
Don't slip or you won't be around year
Well heres a little something that needs to be heard, slick

Check the poetry in motion from this bom smokin'
Bitch get you open, it's mess if you tangle with my tresses
'Cause I gifts thats wickeder than hexas
That on the scene be all means, I be flushing MC's like Queens

And none of ya'll can see me, got more boom bom than
Your style is primi and I stomp with the big dogs
Off the wall with a crew that enough to rush Limbaugh
We stay, strapped, of packed pistol posse

I through mind soul and body
In any form I'm doin' over beat breaks
Now even cheap skates is peepin' my release date
Word born, I'm comin' in like a
Then I'm before you can ring the alarm

Yeah, if you got a crew you better 'em
E rhymes from the cerebellum
Don't or you won't be around next year
Well, here's a little something that needs to be heard, rick

A-yo this word bubonic plaque
In your back chest arms and legs
When I'm coming through grab your cranium for
I faze them subterranium
My subliminals mix criminal chemicals
Got milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal

Place bet and your whole entourage will get wet
That's a promise 'cause the don't make threats
I'm a, graceful poet with some distic
Above and beyond all that bullshit

Linguistics will a anticeptive, nerve wreckin'
or consistent contestant
My deviant be leavin'
MC's in the state of depressive
(Word up)

your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum
You got a you better
'em