Luyện nghe bài hát The Ebonic Plague

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

Mix it up the big Y.O
Comin' from the Laf Isle 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 more Busch than Dan Anheiser
Twist the caps of you fake John
Watch the pump shottie, make you look like
Cru's to drop the dirty understand the cipher
Got nothin' to lose so I'm-a do 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 extra large bulletproof wit' the hood
Sittin' at the bar sippin'
Plus I got the "two and a microphone" on deck
So who's next? Ras
Flossin' ice, and that soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes ranked 'cause hittin'
Plus I'm all like Scott Pippen
Here it is, east west, I China to Mexico
If you love the way goin' down let me know
Fuck it, knows the ledge
All my Bronx know the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! we got the Cali love
Y.O.G., truly yours the Club

Yo
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my pedigree multiple see
You phlegm I spit fumes
the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand dunes
A miniature man-nume, it's National Lampoon's Alien
I'm abductin' muthafuckin' rappers to my 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 nuttin' sweetie, cancer causin' saccahrin
Action, intoxicated black men
An' nowadays fools forget what they actually
a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes
Basically, I give a shit how rich ya get
I'll you in the car talkin' to yourself
Like Alanis Morisette turets
(Oh wee that's right ) I 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 Ras reach the crowd
And to verse, switch my aura then rotate Earth
And fuck that emcees and livin' bummy
I'm on some show me the money and still educate the

all about 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 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 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
pop shit we Joe Pesc'em no question
Cru session, no for second guessin'
Frontin' or fessin', we full pressin'
Testin', any in our way learn a
Forever in my Stetson, 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 Bronx streets left a lastin'
Now think this, imagine Cru rhymers
Like this with no clock bein' timeless
Pure dope it come to the oratorical
on the low wit' a dime that's adorable
Got the rap shit covered like long
Big brother Ant taught me how to bear
L.A. to D.C. I my P.C
me a fifth of B.C
And we gon' drink to your pass that flashed heat
Never no more, when I I blast he
Think you could deal? You crazier than
Belong up on Fantasy Isle Mr. Rourke