Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm comin like a trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you can't it
Face the crumb you run when you hear it
the most incredible rap individual style
Piles up, like drug in queens
criminal court, shorty, step back
Nigga you oughta it, my whole herd's packin
Fuck rappin, take it to the corner of the block
And battle the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would like it to the 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 slave to a I whip it
Then I take it's and change it's religion
Then I the foot off the fuckin beat
For to escape the track, now it's obsolete
That's just the state of mind 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 will occur in due time
Bust, everything I 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 willy wonka
Silly, I and conquer, the cult and brainwash
And your little minds with rhymes
that 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 table of contents symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps the block scatters
Scraps of shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the block prince po, renegade
shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like sinead i...

Pa-pa-pa power power, augh, I got the
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be back in an
some more fat shit, I tell your empty mind
Teachin I'm kickin the poor shit now
La-di-da, I flip it
at a mardi gras, or even at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) I smoke
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna em full of *blam*
I ask the crowd to "jump"
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use mind
Flippin it for the masses, a lot of asses
The m-o-n-c-h-e I drink, forties of
the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here the rain 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 me, I say fuck em
my dick, from the back
With a crazy straw, you whore
Do that shit to a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, am I an asshole?

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