Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

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

like thunda, strikin' like lightnin'
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, I know frightenin'
I'm hittin' 'em the head with lyrical styles like a bottle
My foot's on the pedal, my is on the throttle

I'm from Houston to Vegas
You want us to but, shit, you can't make us
There's too much to make, money to get, money to earn
My pockets are on E and I want money to

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

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

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

And on the show of fire, of the real
Get with the program and I'm slammin' like
on your head, do what I said, backin' me up is the D
You must be crazy if you mess with me

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

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

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

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

Here's the one talkin' shit

How the are we supposed to wage war
Against the powers be
When we are still our own worst
That's why I'm the Masta, I'm to tell you kid
break it down simply right back to the freestiddyle

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

Out some phlegm from deep within me
I'm not John, but I'm Madden, I'll give you Moore than
I like tobasco, your ass, yo, don't beg
Miss Crabtree, said you had a wooden leg

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

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

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

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

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