Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
ahh, comin ahh
I'm comin a redneck trucker!
Watch your back you can't steer it
Face the bass; crumb you run you hear it
It's the most incredible rap style
Piles up, drug cases in queens
criminal court, shorty, step back
Nigga you watch it, my whole herd's packin
Fuck rappin, let's 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, that's how I it, uhh
Hit me in the face why ya
Prince po hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take it's name and it's religion
Then I chop the foot off the fuckin
For trying to escape the track, now obsolete
That's just the of mind that I'm in when i...

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

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

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