Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you steer it
Face the bass; you run when you hear it
It's the most rap individual style
Piles up, drug cases in queens
Country criminal court, shorty, 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 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 will hunt ya and puncture voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a I whip it
Then I take it's and change it's religion
Then I chop the 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 lunchroom
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 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 and brainwash
And squash your minds with rhymes
Rhymes are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark cells
Not to sell units, you
say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock
For the periodical table of symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps the whole block
of matter shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop
Then I'm proceedin up the block with prince po,
shatter shows like grenades
I rip shit like sinead when i...

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

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