Luyện nghe bài hát The Ebonic Plague

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

Mix it up the big Y.O
from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow
So yo how you feelin'? me how you feelin'
Mad drug mad caps peelin'
I do my thing drink a
And I seen more Busch than Dan
Twist the caps of you fake John
Watch the shottie, make you look like Kwame
Cru's about to the dirty understand the cipher
Got to lose so I'm-a do like a lifer
Niggaz catch up with the mustard, disgusted
Drop the shit that brains dusted, bust 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 large bulletproof wit' the hood
at the bar sippin' Beck's
Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphone" on
So who's Rugged Ras
Flossin' ice, and drop soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked 'cause hittin'
Plus I'm all like Scott Pippen
it is, east west, I mean China to Mexico
If you love the way goin' down let me know
Fuck it, Harlem the ledge
All my Bronx niggaz the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! Plus we got the love
Y.O.G., truly yours the Club

Yo
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my pedigree felonies see
You spit phlegm I fumes
the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand dunes
A miniature man-nume, National Lampoon's Alien Vacation
I'm abductin' rappers to my inner space station
(What?) For
When Ras Kass get to swervin' off 'gnac, me
I hit the belt
niggaz balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta
Hell I'm a rida
Ain't sweetie, cancer causin' like saccahrin
Action, chinky-eyed black men
An' nowadays forget what they actually named
Besides a loyal cadets and briquettes
Basically, I give a shit how rich ya get
I'll have you in the car talkin' to
Like Morisette with turets
(Oh wee that's right ) I like sisters vaginas so
(Can we get toniiiiight )
Donald wouldn't let you shine his shoes my man
If you pissed off you dyin' with your dick in your
Plus when shit hits the fan, I mean Ras reach the crowd
And verse to verse, my aura then rotate 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 it's 'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We in the age of the ebonic plague

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

You see the words is through this lyrical aggression
Punk's pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no
Cru session, no for second guessin'
Frontin' or fessin', we full pressin'
Testin', any in our way learn a
Forever in my Stetson, chrome Wesson
We ain't got no time for and reasons
Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all four
Wanna blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred bills
I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through your town wit' the frown expression
Those Bronx streets a lastin' impression
Now think this, imagine Cru rhymers
this world with no clock bein' timeless
Pure dope when it to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a dime adorable
Got the rap shit covered long johns
Big Ant taught me how to bear arms
L.A. to D.C. I my P.C
me a fifth of B.C
And we gon' drink to your pass peeps that heat
no more, when I pull I blast he
Think you could deal? You than Bjork
Belong up on Fantasy Isle with Mr.