Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm comin a redneck trucker!
Watch your *screech* you can't steer it
the bass; crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual
Piles up, like drug cases in
Country criminal court, shorty, step
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, that's how I it, uhh
Hit me in the why don't ya
po will 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 the foot off the fuckin beat
For trying to escape the track, now obsolete
That's the state of mind that I'm in when i...

I, I used to play on the lunchroom table
This it really me to stay stable inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and then
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 even the sky
As if I was
Kids follow me and my phillies like wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer, the and brainwash
And your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark cells
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 whole block
Scraps of matter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm up the block with prince po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like
I rip your shit sinead when i...

Pa-pa-pa power power, augh, I got the
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be in an hour
With more fat shit, I tell your empty mind
Teachin I'm kickin the poor shit now
La-di-da, I it la-di
Live at a gras, or even 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 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 deeper than the
comes 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 with me, I say em
Suck my dick, the back
With a crazy straw, you whore
Do that to make a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, am I an asshole?

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