Luyện nghe bài hát The Ebonic Plague

Ha Cru
Mic checka da one the mic check
Cru in you
Mic da one the mic check three

Mix it up the big Y.O
from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow
So yo how you Tell me how you feelin'
Mad drug dealin' mad peelin'
I do my thing a Budweiser
And I seen more than Dan Anheiser
Twist the of you fake John Gottis
Watch the pump shottie, you look like Kwame
Cru's about to drop the dirty the cipher
Got nothin' to lose so I'm-a do like a
couldn't catch up with the mustard, disgusted
Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, it
This is how it flow in the Zoo ya'll
Beef up a and style with a fall
Nothin' but the rough,
Got me in double extra bulletproof wit' the hood
Sittin' at the bar sippin'
Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphone" on
So who's Rugged Ras
Flossin' ice, and that soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked 'cause hittin'
Plus I'm all around like Scott
Here it is, east west, I mean to Mexico
If you love the way goin' down let me know
Fuck it, Harlem knows the
All my Bronx know the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! we got the Cali love
Y.O.G., truly the Breakfast Club

Yo
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my pedigree felonies see
You spit phlegm I fumes
Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin' dunes
A miniature man-nume, it's National Lampoon's Alien
I'm abductin' rappers to my inner space station
(What?) For
Ras Kass get to swervin' off 'gnac, believe me
I hit the belt
Bustin' balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta
Hell yeah I'm a
Ain't nuttin' sweetie, cancer like saccahrin
Action, intoxicated chinky-eyed men
An' nowadays forget what they actually named
a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes
Basically, I don't give a shit how ya get
I'll have you in the car to yourself
Like Morisette with turets
(Oh wee that's ) I like sisters with vaginas so
(Can we get freaky )
Donald Trump wouldn't let you shine his my man
If you pissed off you with your dick in your hand
Plus shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowd
And verse to verse, switch my aura then Earth
And fuck that servin' and livin' bummy
I'm on show me the money and still educate the dummies

It's all me for you and you for me
And if ya do for two we do for three
You think it's 'bout the cash, the and jew-el-ry
We in the age of the ebonic plague

all about me for you and you for me
And if ya do for two we do for three
You think 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livin' in the age of the plague

You see the words is meshin' through this aggression
Punk's pop shit we Joe no question
Cru session, no for second guessin'
or fessin', we full court pressin'
Testin', any in our way learn a
in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson
We ain't got no for excuses and reasons
nuttin' but butta in all four seasons
Wanna blow my when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills
I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through nearest town wit' the frown expression
Those streets left a lastin' impression
Now think this, imagine Cru rhymers
Like this world with no clock bein'
Pure when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a dime adorable
Got the rap covered like long johns
Big brother Ant taught me how to arms
L.A. to D.C. I my P.C
me a fifth of B.C
And we gon' drink to your pass peeps flashed heat
Never no more, when I pull I he
Think you could deal? You crazier than
Belong up on Fantasy Isle Mr. Rourke