Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
ahh, comin ahh
I'm like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you steer it
the bass; crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual
Piles up, like drug cases in
criminal court, shorty, step back
Nigga you oughta watch it, my whole packin
Fuck rappin, take 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
dere, that's 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 to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take it's name and change it's
Then I the foot off the fuckin beat
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 enables me to stay stable inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and shine
This is a process that occur in due time
Bust, everything I is activated
Styles I file are not decaffinated, I'm
Tougher than tonka, why I even the sky
As if I was
Kids follow me and my 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
They say motherfucker, and glock
For the periodical table of symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps the block scatters
Scraps of shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm up the block with prince po, renegade
Raps shatter like grenades
I rip your shit sinead when i...

Pa-pa-pa power, augh, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be back in an
With some more fat shit, I tell your empty
Teachin I'm kickin the poor black now
La-di-da, I flip it
Live at a mardi gras, or at a party
me bacardi (hah) I smoke blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna 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, a lot of asses
The m-o-n-c-h-e I drink, of brew
With the crew that rolls deeper the mediterranean
comes 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 me, I say fuck em
my dick, from the back
With a crazy straw, you lazy
Do that to make a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, am I an asshole?

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