Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm comin like a trucker!
Watch your *screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass; you run when you hear it
It's the most rap individual style
Piles up, like drug cases in
criminal court, shorty, step back
Nigga you oughta watch it, my herd's packin
Fuck rappin, take it to the corner of the block
And battle the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, how I like it, uhh
Hit me in the face why ya
Prince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a rhythm I it
Then I take it's name and change it's
Then I chop the foot off the beat
For trying to escape the track, now obsolete
That's just the state of mind I'm in when i...

I, I used to play beats on the lunchroom
This it really enables me to stay stable of my mind
Thus me to climb and then shine
This is a process that will occur in due
Bust, everything I is activated
Styles I file are not decaffinated, I'm
than tonka, why I even electrify the sky
As if I was
Kids follow me and my like willy wonka
Silly, I and conquer, the cult and brainwash
And squash your little minds rhymes
that are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark cells
Not to sell units, you
They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and
For the periodical table of symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny I bust caps the whole block scatters
of matter shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the block with prince po,
Raps shatter like grenades
I rip your shit like sinead i...

Pa-pa-pa power, augh, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be back in an
With some fat shit, I tell your empty mind
Teachin I'm kickin the poor shit now
La-di-da, I flip it
Live at a mardi gras, or at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) I smoke
Stunts I wanna hump, I wanna pump em full of *blam*
I never ask the to "jump"
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your
it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses
The m-o-n-c-h-e I drink, forties of
With the crew that deeper than the mediterranean
Here the rain again!
Flowin on my head a memory, now I got energy
That's for the enemies, in the industry
Who wanna be friends with me, I say fuck em
my dick, from the back
With a straw, you lazy whore
Do that shit to a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, what am I an

[prince
Asshole!
am i? ... ahh! uhh! mmm, hah!