Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

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

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

I'm turbo-boostin' from Houston to
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 gusto yo, I'm zeekin' 'em
Rollin' LD, Ken, Eyce, Uneek and 'em
Phat tracks, I'm freakin', to your auntie
written all over your face, I know you want me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here's the one that's talkin'

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

I'm bashin', breakin', I'll fry you bacon
I smoke blunts, boy, you must be mistaken
I do smoke and MC's 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 give you Moore Demi
I like tobasco, your 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 big fat booty in my sites
I'm not from 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 one, some suckers caught me sleepin'
But next they break in my car to rip the Ace off
I'll have a pitbull waitin' to rip freakin' face off

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

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