Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

Who is the man the hats, with the snaps
Droppin' the with the truth 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' like
Welcome to my Slaughtahouse, I it's frightenin'
I'm 'em over 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 quit but, shit, you 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 plus yo, I'm zeekin' 'em
Rollin' LD, Ken, Eyce, Uneek and 'em
tracks, I'm freakin', word to your auntie
It's written all your face, I know you want me

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

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

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

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

from the Big Eeast, 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 think 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 Don't even think about it, yeah

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

Here's the one that's shit

How the are we supposed to wage war
Against the that be
we are still our own worst enemy?
That's why I'm the Masta, I'm tryin' to you kid
I'll break it down simply back to the freestiddyle

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

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

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

A I do not drive, I drive a jeep 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 pitbull to rip their freakin' face off

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

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

On and on and on, on
On and on and on, on
Do you live in
Do you of America?