Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you steer it
Face the crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual
Piles up, like cases in queens
Country court, shorty, step back
you oughta watch it, my whole herd's packin
Fuck rappin, let's take it to the of the block
And battle the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would like it to the 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 your doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a rhythm I it
I take it's name and change it's religion
Then I chop the off the fuckin beat
For to escape the track, now it's obsolete
just 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 stable inside of my
Thus allowing me to and then shine
This is a that will occur in due time
Bust, everything I thrust is
Styles I are not decaffinated, I'm rough
than tonka, why I even electrify the sky
As if I was
follow me and my phillies like willy wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer, the cult and
And squash your minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and to spark brain cells
Not to units, you know
They say motherfucker, and glock
For the periodical of contents symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps the whole scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the with prince po, renegade
Raps shatter shows 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 empty mind
Teachin I'm kickin the black shit now
La-di-da, I it la-di
Live at a gras, or even at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) I blunts
I wanna 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 your
it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses
The I drink, forties of brew
With the crew rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here 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 me, I say fuck em
Suck my dick, from the
With a crazy straw, you lazy
Do that shit to make a dick but whatcha did
No chief, no
Mooley, am I an asshole?

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