Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Em

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

Personal I gots about 11
Without weapons I swing more than K7
Plus, I'm soup like Campbell without
Some rappers pack great big guns like Frank

In century
I uphold the crown for bringin' in ya ear
I'm gettin' down
I maneuver techniques for of all kinds

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

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

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

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

I represent mind soul and body
In any I'm doin' work over beat breaks
Now even skates is peepin' my tape release date
born, I'm comin' in like a swarm
Then I'm gone before you can ring the

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

A-yo catch this bubonic plaque
In your head chest arms and legs
When I'm coming grab your cranium for ultimatum
Punk I faze subterranium
My mix with criminal chemicals
Got milk than sylabals then alphabet cereal

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

Linguistics bless a anticeptive, nerve wreckin'
Conceptive or consistent
My deliverance be leavin'
in the state of malmet depressive
(Word up)

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