Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

Who is the man with the hats, with the
Droppin' the raps with the to the youth that's bustin' the caps?
Who it be? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a tree?
No, me, capital A, capital S, capital E

Boomin' like thunda, strikin' lightnin'
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, I it's frightenin'
I'm hittin' 'em over the with lyrical styles like a bottle
My on the pedal, my hand is on the throttle

I'm from Houston to Vegas
You want us to quit but, shit, you make us
There's too much money to make, to get, money to earn
My pockets are on E and I money to burn

I got gusto yo, I'm zeekin' 'em
Rollin' LD, Ken, Eyce, Uneek and 'em
tracks, I'm freakin', word to your auntie
It's written all over face, I know you want me

Scientifical, war
Rhymes that beats harder than trigonometry
So open your books to one and I'll show you how it's done
the roughneck kid without a gun

I'm ha, ha, it's fun to watch you weep as
You're cryin', dyin', tryin' to out the jeep ass
Nigga, bigger and better and than ever before
Hittin' with hardcore calisthenics that make me sore

And on the show of fire, supplier of the
Get with the program and I'm slammin' Shaquille
Right on your head, do I said, backin' me up is the D
You must be crazy if you wanna with me

I am not the one, kid, oh, no, he ain't the one, son
The shank in my sock will chop you like a
So boom, for the hills, head for the freakin' border
I slaughter great white sharks, I'm makin' sparks

Comin' from the Big Eeast, boy, we ain't
Don't you know? even think about it, yeah
from the Big East, boy, we ain't slippin'
Don't you know? Don't even think it, yeah

from the Big East, boy, we ain't slippin'
Don't you know? Don't think about it, yeah
from the Big East, boy, we ain't slippin'
Don't you know? Don't even about it, yeah

As I walk through Brooklyn, Compton or
I why black folks don't wanna stick together
We talk about and how little we get
Yet men be killin' black men for talkin' shit

Here's the one that's shit

How the hell are we to wage war
the powers that be
When we are still our own enemy?
That's why I'm the Masta, I'm tryin' to you kid
I'll break it down simply right back to the

I'm bashin', breakin', I'll fry you bacon
I don't blunts, boy, you must be mistaken
I do smoke mics and MC's come wid 'em
I hit 'em and get 'em and sit 'em down, then I 'em

Out some lyrical phlegm from deep me
I'm not John, but I'm Madden, I'll give you Moore Demi
I burn like tobasco, ass, yo, don't beg
Miss Crabtree, Stumpy said you had a leg

So I brought my ax and a box full of
'Cuz I got your big fat booty in my
I'm not from Philly but I fly like an
My rap is thicker than a catalog from Spiegel

A Regal I do not drive, I drive a and
I should say drove one, some suckers caught me
But next time they in my car to rip the Ace off
I'll have a waitin' to rip their freakin' face off

Comin' the Big East, boy, we ain't slippin'
Don't you know? Don't even think it, yeah
from the Big East, boy, we ain't slippin'
Don't you know? Don't even about it, yeah

from the Big East, boy, we ain't slippin'
Don't you Don't even think about it, yeah
Comin' from the Big East, boy, we slippin'
Don't you know? even think about it, yeah

On and on and on, on
On and on and on, on
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