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 Isle fat funk flow
So yo how you feelin'? Tell me how you
Mad drug mad caps peelin'
I do my thing a Budweiser
And I seen more Busch Dan Anheiser
the caps of you fake John Gottis
Watch the pump shottie, make you look Kwame
Cru's about to drop the dirty the cipher
Got nothin' to lose so do like a lifer
Niggaz couldn't catch up with the mustard,
Drop the that gotcha brains dusted, bust it
is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya'll
Beef up a and style with a fall
but the rough, understood?
Got me in extra large 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 that on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked they hittin'
Plus I'm all around Scott Pippen
Here it is, east west, I mean to Mexico
If you love the way it's down let me know
Fuck it, knows the ledge
All my niggaz 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 pedigree multiple see
You spit phlegm I fumes
the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand dunes
A miniature man-nume, it's National Alien Vacation
I'm abductin' muthafuckin' to my inner space station
(What?) For
When Ras Kass get to off 'gnac, believe me
I hit the belt
Bustin' 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 fools forget what actually named
Besides a cadets and priceless briquettes
Basically, I give a shit how rich ya get
I'll have you in the car talkin' to
Like Alanis Morisette turets
(Oh wee that's right ) I like sisters 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
when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowd
And verse to verse, my aura then rotate Earth
And that servin' emcees and livin' bummy
I'm on some show me the money and educate the dummies

It's all 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

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 plague

You see the words is meshin' this lyrical aggression
pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question
Cru session, no time for 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 time for excuses and
Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all four
Wanna blow my nose I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills
I'm squeezin', breezin'
Through your nearest wit' the frown expression
Bronx streets left a lastin' impression
Now about this, imagine Cru rhymers
Like this with no clock bein' timeless
dope when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low a dime that's 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
Keeps me a of B.C
And we gon' drink to your pass peeps that flashed
Never no more, when I pull I he
you could deal? You crazier than Bjork
Belong up on Fantasy with Mr. Rourke