Luyện nghe bài hát The Ebonic Plague

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

Mix it up the big Y.O
Comin' from the Laf with fat funk flow
So yo how you feelin'? me how you feelin'
Mad drug mad caps peelin'
I do my drink a Budweiser
And I more Busch than Dan Anheiser
the caps of you fake John Gottis
Watch the pump shottie, make you look Kwame
Cru's about to drop the dirty understand the
Got nothin' to lose so do like a lifer
Niggaz couldn't catch up with the mustard,
Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, it
This is how it flow in the Zoo ya'll
up a step and style with a fall
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
Flossin' ice, and drop soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked they hittin'
Plus I'm all around like Scott
Here it is, east west, I mean to Mexico
If you love the way it's down let me know
Fuck it, Harlem knows the
All my Bronx know the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! Plus we got the Cali
Y.O.G., truly yours the Club

Yo
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my pedigree felonies see
You spit I spit fumes
Across the ruins of kiosks sand dunes
A man-nume, it's National Lampoon's Alien Vacation
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' niggaz balls Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta
Hell yeah I'm a
Ain't sweetie, cancer causin' like saccahrin
Action, intoxicated black men
An' nowadays fools forget what they actually
Besides a loyal cadets and priceless
Basically, I don't give a how rich ya get
I'll have you in the car talkin' to
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 dyin' with your dick in your
Plus when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras the crowd
And verse to verse, my aura then rotate Earth
And fuck that emcees and livin' bummy
I'm on some show me the money and still the dummies

It's all 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 cars and
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 it's the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livin' in the age of the ebonic

You see the words is meshin' through this lyrical
Punk's pop shit we Joe no question
Cru session, no time for guessin'
Frontin' or fessin', we court pressin'
Testin', any in our way a lesson
Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated
We ain't got no for excuses and reasons
Bringin' nuttin' but in all four seasons
Wanna blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred bills
I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through your nearest wit' the frown expression
Those Bronx left a lastin' impression
Now think about this, Cru rhymers
Like this world with no clock timeless
Pure when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a that's adorable
Got the rap covered like long johns
Big brother Ant taught me how to bear
L.A. to D.C. I my P.C
Keeps me a of B.C
And we gon' to your pass peeps that flashed heat
no more, when I pull I blast he
Think you could deal? You than Bjork
up on Fantasy Isle with Mr. Rourke