Luyện nghe bài hát The Big East

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

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

I'm from Houston to Vegas
You us to quit but, shit, you can't make us
There's too money to make, money to get, money to earn
My pockets are on E and I money to burn

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

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

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

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

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

Comin' from the Big Eeast, 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 it, yeah

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 even think about it,

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

Here's the one talkin' shit

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

I'm bashin', breakin', I'll fry you bacon
I smoke blunts, boy, you must be mistaken
I do mics and MC's that come wid 'em
I hit 'em and get 'em and sit 'em down, I spit 'em

Out lyrical 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, said you had a wooden leg

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

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

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