Luyện nghe bài hát Thirteen

[pharoahe
ahh, comin ahh
I'm comin like a trucker!
Watch back *screech* you can't steer it
the bass; crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual
Piles up, drug cases in queens
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 would it to the stage and mic it
dere, that's how I like 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
Then I take it's name and change religion
Then I the foot off the fuckin beat
For trying to escape the track, now obsolete
That's just the 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 climb and shine
This is a that will occur in due time
Bust, everything I thrust is
Styles I file are not decaffinated, I'm
Tougher than tonka, why I even the sky
As if I was
Kids me and my phillies like willy wonka
Silly, I and conquer, the cult and brainwash
And your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark cells
Not to units, you know
They say motherfucker, and glock
For the table of contents symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps the block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and not
Crazy attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I'm up the block with prince po, renegade
Raps shows like grenades
I rip your 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 your empty mind
Teachin I'm kickin the poor black now
La-di-da, I flip it
Live at a gras, or even at a party
Give me (hah) I smoke blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna pump em of *blam*
I never ask the to "jump"
I kick a rhyme, that 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 rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here the rain again!
on my head like a memory, now I got energy
That's for the enemies, in the industry
Who don't be friends with me, I say fuck em
my dick, from 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

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