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 could it be? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a
No, me, capital A, capital S, capital E

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

I'm from Houston to Vegas
You want us to quit but, shit, you can't us
There's too money 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
with LD, Ken, Eyce, Uneek and 'em
Phat tracks, I'm freakin', to your auntie
It's written all your face, I know you want me

Scientifical, war
Rhymes that beats than trigonometry four
So open your books to page one and I'll show you how it's
It's the roughneck kid 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 ever before
Hittin' hardcore lyrical calisthenics that make me sore

And on the show of fire, 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 be crazy if you wanna mess 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, head for the hills, head for the border
I slaughter like great 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 about it, yeah

Comin' from the Big East, 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? even think about it, yeah

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

Here's the one that's talkin'

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

I'm bashin', breakin', I'll fry you bacon
I don't 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 deep within me
I'm not John, but I'm Madden, I'll give you Moore Demi
I burn like tobasco, your ass, yo, 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 book is thicker than a catalog from

A Regal I do not drive, I drive a 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 their freakin' off

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

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