Luyện nghe bài hát The Score

Look the rhyme
Rum to the

But at times I in triple
Blaow, blaow put the heater to head
Now your
don't give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah,
Let me attack just like the cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, the map
Hooo, got to go for backup
To do you gotta do
So you'll be back France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo
Put the poison in tea
And the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews
Competition, for the rap man
Losers your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls
play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to
the multi-talented
Average heads can't it
bring it to you live
Only if you it
Me and my guitar go back like the days of the R
check out my melody]
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
any contest
I'm
Still it real, if you will and manifest
your skills, not by how many shells you peel

I'm a down the ruckus
the nutcracker
Rough-neck make me no bother
after time, ask Cyndi Lauper
Boss, you want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's proposal
two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2

I'm the L, you pull it
to the head
With the of a bullet
jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, niggas medative
rushers I give to creative kids and fiends
Dreams of

To another

Be this microphone, but get
Lyrically I'm
Burn on in without the roach (it)
Henders,
Pleasure
So frequently your endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not the full capacity of my smoke
niggas choke
From the fumes that I
Or emit
See even I feel the L
Natural
Turning boys to men
With dreams
Release blues, yellows and
From to Queens

I creep like a theif, no the man's swift
I'm more than Lee Van Cleef
You stand stiff and got the to let your man riff
[We know where to
And start flakin' like
C'mon son my tight
Cause by far I'm the best on the mic
Born to write, analytical
With precision and leave lyrical