Luyện nghe bài hát Thelonius

Ha, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I'm on some shit
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own
Act like you know bitch I'm on grown shit
It's the Thelonious, microphonist
You us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it
You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to us
I got a for the bitch that run up on us
I got a bonus for bitch that run up on us
It's the Thelonious, microphonist

Uhh, no time to sleep cause if you sleep you eat
Gotta hold heat, just to ends meet
Niggas living on the street other niggas feast
Alright wit you it alright wit me
Right, gotta make all my life
Gotta stay bitches many types
Yeah you what I'm talking 'bout
Yup, stay these bitches out
em down also dick em out
Throw something whenever my dick's out
They me so they restructure and reroute
They know me from Washington to south
All the way to London to my nigga house
Right, it's like a we never play out, out, out, out

Nigga no doubt, get live or get knocked the fuck out
Word up, be about what you about dog
Know I'm saying, just play at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown
It's the Thelonious, microphonist
You know us, rap shit we 'bout to own it
You know it, cause you can it in your throat
Say it

I'm 'bout to let my float
(Com, say it)
Get your eye poked
Fuck game, I dope,
Ness, a nigga fresh as the 'fess
this rap shit, no need to mic test
You can it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her
Plus you, rhyme like a wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real hear us
Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too
Still doing this shit dude in wild style
Inviting niggas to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" and I don't know, "Nann Nigga"
Who can take it where I it
You better going to God like did
crowds complacent
I move em above whether on some surf and turf shit
Or thug style you can it in your body
Yeah y'all you can feel it in your

if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body
You want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, niggas trying to us
You know us, Thelonious, super
You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for

Hey, it's a ritual
You been invited let the mortal stimulate the place
the grace, nevertheless, I stress
Let the music put a smile on face
As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual
You I always leave you with the taste
I you like it hard to the core
That's you ask for, you aching for the best
Hurting like a sore in that ass, like a
Conversation with the most high makes me cry
I why, you wanna get to paradise
But that itty bitty part of you don't die
So pay attention to my word, cause it's the
Meditation ease the mind, and the youth
like a verse you could never read out of a book
Dropping the line in your mind like a fish
Word is birth, yo I do it the break of day
Pay attention to your art, never go
Word is

Yo we do it and we quit
Sucker nigga you don't it, it's Thelonious
Owning this rap shit, microphonist, and we known to spit
I spit fire like on Sanford and Son did
I'm raw dude, more juice than
You want this, so MJ saying the rhyme flawless
Shit fly MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
I'm grabbing my balls when I rhyme, nines busting plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your like great sex
You on my mind I'm thinking 'bout paychecks
Niggas like an Adex Avirex jacket
Yo the they bust like latex sex packets
Emcees they don't and ball, they lyin' to y'all
dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time
We do all the bitches they fall in lines
Me and my mans is something the Source Sports
We gettin money a long time and y'all
My niggas bounce and full rise and fall
You funny doo, cause really you you can do me
you roll a 500 that's really a 320
Should of let somebody else it
Numbers look crooked like Kong shook it
I'm from niggas bang gats when they celebrate
how they play, don't let it be a holiday
Thelonious niggas, if you testing us we get you back
Show you the definition of a pay