Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm comin a redneck trucker!
Watch your back you can't steer it
Face the bass; you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual
Piles up, like cases in queens
Country criminal court, shorty, back
Nigga you watch 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 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 hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a I whip it
Then I it's name and change it's religion
Then I chop the foot off the fuckin
For trying to escape the track, now it's
That's just the state of mind I'm in when i...

I, I used to play on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay inside of my mind
Thus me to climb and then shine
This is a process that occur in due time
Bust, everything I thrust is
Styles I are not decaffinated, I'm rough
Tougher than tonka, why I even the sky
As if I was
follow me and my phillies like willy wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer, the and brainwash
And squash your little minds with
Rhymes are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain
Not to sell units, you
say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock
For the periodical of contents symbol au
Hey you, you can't when I bust caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad and what not
Crazy medical attention is to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the block with po, renegade
shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like sinead i...

Pa-pa-pa power, augh, I got the power
a pen and a pad I'll be back in an hour
With some more fat shit, I tell your mind
Teachin I'm kickin the poor shit now
La-di-da, I flip it
Live at a gras, or even at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) I blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I pump em full of *blam*
I never ask the to "jump"
I a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind
it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses
The I drink, forties of brew
the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here comes the again!
Flowin on my head a memory, now I got energy
That's for the enemies, that's in the
Who don't wanna be with me, I say fuck em
Suck my dick, from the
With a crazy straw, you whore
Do that shit to a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, am I an asshole?

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