Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

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

Boomin' like thunda, 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 hand is on the

I'm turbo-boostin' from Houston to
You want us to quit but, shit, you can't us
too much money to make, money to get, money to earn
My pockets are on E and I want to burn

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

Scientifical, war
that beats harder than trigonometry four
So open your books to page one and I'll 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 out the jeep ass
Nigga, bigger and better and badder than ever
Hittin' with hardcore lyrical calisthenics that make me

And on the of fire, supplier of the real
Get the program and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
on your head, do what I said, backin' me up is the D
You must be crazy if you 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, for the freakin' border
I slaughter great white sharks, I'm makin' sparks

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

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

Here's the one talkin' shit

How the hell are we supposed to war
Against the powers be
When we are our own worst enemy?
why I'm the Masta, I'm tryin' to tell you kid
I'll it down simply right back to the freestiddyle

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

Out some phlegm from deep within 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 you had a wooden leg

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

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

Comin' from the Big East, boy, we ain't
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 think about it, yeah

Comin' from the Big East, boy, we 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 think about it, yeah

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