Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you can't it
the bass; crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap style
Piles up, like cases in queens
criminal court, shorty, step back
Nigga you oughta watch it, my whole herd's
Fuck rappin, let's it to the corner of the block
And with the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you like it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, how I like it, uhh
Hit me in the why don't ya
Prince po will ya and puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take name and change it's religion
I chop the foot off the fuckin beat
For to escape the track, now it's obsolete
That's the state of mind that I'm in when i...

I, I used to play beats on the table
This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my
Thus allowing me to 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
Tougher tonka, why I even electrify the sky
As if I was
Kids follow me and my phillies like willy
Silly, I assault and conquer, the cult and
And squash your little with rhymes
Rhymes are rituals
So I say motherfucker, and glock to spark brain cells
Not to units, you know
say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock
For the periodical table of symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust the whole block scatters
of matter shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the with prince po, renegade
shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like sinead i...

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

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