Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm comin a redneck trucker!
Watch back *screech* you can't steer it
Face the crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap style
up, like drug cases in queens
Country criminal court, shorty, step
Nigga you oughta watch it, my whole packin
Fuck rappin, let's take it to the corner of the
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
Prince po will hunt ya and your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take it's and change it's religion
Then I chop the 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 beats on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and shine
This is a process that will in due time
Bust, I thrust is activated
Styles I file are not decaffinated, I'm
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 cult and
And squash your minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark cells
Not to units, you know
say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock
For the periodical of contents symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad and what not
Crazy medical is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the block prince po, renegade
Raps shatter shows grenades
I rip your like sinead when i...

Pa-pa-pa power, augh, I got the power
a pen and a pad I'll be back in an hour
With some fat shit, I tell your empty mind
I'm kickin the poor 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
Stunts I hump, chumps I wanna pump em full of *blam*
I never ask the to "jump"
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use mind
Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of
The m-o-n-c-h-e I drink, of brew
With the that rolls deeper than the mediterranean
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 be friends with me, I say fuck em
Suck my dick, the back
With a crazy straw, you whore
Do that shit to make a dick expand but did
No chief, no
Mooley, what am I an

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