Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Proem

"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ motherfuckin
We take this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it around a little bit,
YouknowhatI'msayin? favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all a couple of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' either
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit ain't man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit nothin man!"*}
Damn; so what you to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio wit dem boys neither
or they put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head the beats!
my nigga Q.. I call him..
{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
{"Too Quik!"}
Yeah.. Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} it
Yeah.. ooh! Haha,

Now off of two-fifths of (drank drank)
got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you your ass is stank (stank stank)
Runnin 'round all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but that you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to out;
I'ma you one more chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz with the (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
bout your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put some gum in your (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you or you get a beat from Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, the dough I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me but thug love
Put me on to the game, me my first chain
Let me shotgun, in your Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big nigga gon', go against the
Hit him up it's foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to teflon cop-killers
But we ride can't-stop-killers
I thought you was fam 'til you the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the
Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no
And if you around the way, I should get you stuck
I wish you luck, I'ma you kiss the gun
And I ain't gon' until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a coward or a
What powder you cut, you wanted that building for
When you rep that building, what you said for that
If it wasn't for me, you woulda DEAD in that building
You don't know what it feel like to say I own that
Get dough in that building, or that building
You know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the when you was shook in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, like you build them
When was home, you was on his dick
And you gave that bitch money cause you always been a
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
the crack in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
Whatchu do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block new glocks out the box
All fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm this body and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I kick the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, I'ma leave what I float on
Plus I get my roll on Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on niggaz'll never bust like tantric sex
The universal that represent the planet best
How I manifest from Brooklyn to Los - people!
We hold down like wherever you're from
Got my name all in your like you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so hard we leave them whores
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the people gats
In Cali studios we rest the up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who it's sweet like Comanco
Claimin they and street like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just MC's lookin for
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they respect your
The industry is like Kinko's, copies while you wait
And the people scream for NEW SHIT, like Clue tapes
speed this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as long as you with Quik, nigga you straight