Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
ahh, comin ahh
I'm comin a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you can't it
the bass; crumb you run when you hear it
It's the incredible rap individual style
Piles up, like drug cases in
Country court, shorty, step back
Nigga you watch it, my whole herd's packin
Fuck rappin, let's take it to the of the block
And battle the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would it to the stage and mic it
dere, that's 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 to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take it's name and change it's
Then I the foot off the fuckin beat
For trying to escape the track, now it's
That's the state of mind that I'm in when i...

I, I used to beats on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my
allowing me to climb and then shine
This is a process will occur in due time
Bust, I thrust is activated
Styles I are not decaffinated, I'm rough
than tonka, why I even electrify the sky
As if I was
Kids follow me and my phillies like wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer, the cult and
And squash your little with rhymes
that are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to brain cells
Not to sell units, you
They say motherfucker, and glock
For the periodical table of symbol au
Hey you, you deny when I bust caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad and what not
Crazy attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the with prince po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like
I rip shit like sinead when i...

Pa-pa-pa power, augh, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be in an hour
With some more fat shit, I tell your mind
Teachin I'm the poor black shit now
La-di-da, I flip it
Live at a mardi gras, or even at a
Give me bacardi (hah) I smoke
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna pump em of *blam*
I ask the crowd to "jump"
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your
Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of
The m-o-n-c-h-e I drink, forties of
With the that rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here comes the again!
Flowin on my like a memory, now I got energy
for the enemies, that's in the industry
Who don't wanna be friends with me, I say em
Suck my dick, the back
With a crazy straw, you whore
Do that shit to make a expand but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, what am I an

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