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

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

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

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 livin' in the age of the ebonic

You see the words is meshin' through lyrical aggression
pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question
Cru session, no time for second
Frontin' or fessin', we full court
Testin', any in our way learn a
Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated
We ain't got no for excuses and reasons
Bringin' but butta in all four seasons
Wanna blow my when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills
I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through your nearest town wit' the expression
Bronx streets left a lastin' impression
Now think about this, Cru rhymers
Like this world with no clock timeless
Pure dope when it come to the
Stay on the low wit' a dime that's
Got the rap covered like long johns
Big brother Ant taught me how to arms
L.A. to D.C. I my P.C
Keeps me a 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 Isle with Mr. Rourke