Luyện nghe bài hát The Ebonic Plague

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

Mix it up the big Y.O
Comin' from the Laf with fat funk flow
So yo how you Tell me how you feelin'
Mad drug dealin' mad peelin'
I do my thing a Budweiser
And I seen more Busch 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 so I'm-a do like a lifer
couldn't catch up with the mustard, disgusted
Drop the that gotcha brains dusted, bust it
This is how it flow in the Zoo ya'll
Beef up a step and with a fall
Nothin' but the rough,
Got me in double extra large wit' the hood
Sittin' at the bar Beck's
Plus I got the "two and a microphone" on deck
So who's next? Ras
Flossin' ice, and drop soul on dat ass
The IBF got my rhymes 'cause they hittin'
Plus I'm all around like 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 niggaz the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! Plus we got the love
Y.O.G., yours the Breakfast Club

Yo
I was hot as 97 in '73
D.O.B. my multiple felonies see
You spit phlegm I fumes
Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin' sand
A miniature man-nume, National Lampoon's Alien Vacation
I'm abductin' muthafuckin' to my inner space station
(What?) For
Ras Kass get to swervin' off 'gnac, believe me
I hit the belt
Bustin' balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta
Hell yeah I'm a
Ain't nuttin' sweetie, cancer causin' like
Action, chinky-eyed black men
An' nowadays fools what they actually named
Besides a loyal cadets and priceless
Basically, I don't a shit how rich ya get
have you in the car talkin' to yourself
Like Alanis Morisette turets
(Oh wee that's right ) I like with vaginas so
(Can we get toniiiiight )
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 reach the
And verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate
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 if ya do for two we do for three
You think '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 if ya do for two we do for three
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' this 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 a lesson
in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson
We got no time for excuses and reasons
Bringin' nuttin' but butta in all seasons
blow my nose when I'm sneezin', wit' hundred dollar bills
Foes I'm squeezin',
Through nearest town wit' the frown expression
Those Bronx left a lastin' impression
Now think about this, Cru rhymers
Like this world with no bein' timeless
dope when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low wit' a dime adorable
Got the rap shit covered long johns
Big brother Ant taught me how to arms
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 pull I he
Think you could You crazier than Bjork
Belong up on Fantasy with Mr. Rourke