Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

Who is the man with the hats, 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, it's me, capital A, capital S, E

like 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 is on the throttle

I'm turbo-boostin' from to Vegas
You want us to quit but, shit, you make us
too much 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
Rollin' with LD, Ken, Eyce, and 'em
tracks, I'm freakin', word to your auntie
It's written all over your face, I know you me

Scientifical, war
Rhymes that beats harder than trigonometry
So open your books to page one and show you how it's done
It's the roughneck kid a gun

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

And on the show of fire, supplier of the
Get with the program and I'm slammin' like
Right on your head, do I said, backin' 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, for the hills, head for the freakin' border
I like great white sharks, I'm makin' sparks

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

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

Here's the one that's talkin'

How the hell are we to wage war
Against the that be
When we are our own worst enemy?
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 that come wid 'em
I hit 'em and get 'em and sit 'em down, then I 'em

Out some lyrical from deep within me
I'm not John, but I'm Madden, I'll give you than 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 Philly but I fly an eagle
My rap book is than a catalog from Spiegel

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

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
Don't you know? even think about it, yeah

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

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