Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
Comin ahh, ahh
I'm comin like a trucker!
your back *screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass; crumb you run when you it
It's the most rap individual style
Piles up, like drug cases in
Country criminal court, shorty, step
Nigga you oughta it, my whole herd's packin
Fuck rappin, take it to the corner of the block
And with the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, how I like it, uhh
Hit me in the why don't ya
po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a rhythm I it
Then I take it's name and change religion
I chop the foot off the fuckin beat
For trying to escape the track, now 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 of my mind
Thus allowing me to and then shine
is a process that will occur in due time
Bust, everything I is activated
I file are not decaffinated, I'm rough
Tougher than tonka, why I electrify the sky
As if I was
Kids follow me and my phillies like wonka
Silly, I and conquer, the cult and brainwash
And your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to brain cells
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 whole block
Scraps of matter shatter mad and what not
medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the block with prince po,
Raps shatter shows 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 in an hour
With some more fat shit, I tell your mind
I'm kickin the poor black shit now
La-di-da, I flip it
at a mardi gras, or even at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) I blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna pump em full of
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, forties of
With the crew that rolls than the mediterranean
comes the rain again!
Flowin on my head like a memory, now I got
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 straw, you lazy 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!