Luyện nghe bài hát Terra N Ya Era

You in the mouth of madness, skilled out since I had this
I'm bout nothing but pure d badness
My is compatible to a bima
My pockets looking greener, from the funky cold
Don't tell me bout the things that you did cause I done did it
Don't me bout the skins that you done hit, cause I done hit it
And once I rock these, with a that's cock deis
Good god, I get the crowd together like knees
Now, I don't act hard, I mack hard
Baggin' video looking with the big back yard
Yes lord, girls I'm gamin' the microphone flamin'
up hip-hop signs cause that's the set that I be claimin'
Guerilla war fares for those who love to pull your
Grimies from fort green to x boulevard
Now, if that's you're hoping then it's the wrong things you're scopin'
I may not rap slittin no throats but trust me kid I'll get you open

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Here comes a taste of the rawness, like you never saw
I grip the cordless, my victory is flawless
Chaos and havoc, psychopathic
At get pornographic, lord man I gots to have it
Then I commit to hit you this composite that's ultimate
Too splendid come get wit' it for your comfort
But then sloppily, try to copy me
Take of my property, and use it all unproperly
And probably, focusing a while to copy my style
But child what compile is too versatile
I'm too superior, it's sort of comparing a
Spanking new eagle to a rusty little derringer
But skip the tool, let's try to deal here the jewel
That I'm droppin on you, now let me you all to school
You see, to graduate in hip-hop you be smart
And no you don't have to know how to paint to make your rhymes a of art
Poetry and literature is what makes this english
Now dig this, I drop science but still deal with
And since I don't be dealing with what's considered a
I the dead presidents to pass american history
Got my in rapology
Hip-hop had to set me free, look mom, a emcee
So you want yours now, well don't get caught with drawers down
Cause word life, this industry is half corrupt like the dogg pound

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Rap
Oh gracious, you better make it spacious
For the vivacious, ostentatious, who feel
I put it on using my tongue as a sword
But at times get than broad for those who insist to get floored
Whatever it takes to see your gone, and word born
Black caesar gonna get his on
My name should be referred to in terms
I get way up in the cut and I'm talking way worse than germs
You like to it playin catch like tom & jerry
But on the contrary, I'd sip the dom peri
Lay back in harmony, because it's so to see
That all the hard rappers are slowly turning r&b
Well pardon me, you yo'self, I see you not perfect yo'self
You like that type music yo'self, stick
What happened to black men of pride 'nuff men died
what's been applied, in hip-hop is genocide
That's when the rappers go get the
Can't you see trying to strap us just to trap us, good God it's backwards
One nation under a groove, that's how we
It's time to teach the get it together show and prove
Me no run with the gun or speak of none for
you get done scream I'm the one, it looks like an illusion
I deal with equality so call my brethren son
Yes mon, me got mad flava just like chicken