Luyện nghe bài hát Three Emcees

Xzibit
Yes yes. ahh ahh. bring it
Yo it's the x to the z from the likwit

"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- of mischief

All that get money take money funny
So I stick to my own I can feel it in my
clones and clowns ain't really down
Play the background
Huntin' pussy like a bloodhound
I feel that no style is darker than mine
You can that into places where the sun don't shine
All you one hit wonders only in it for the
Spend half a million still don't sound tight
Bring truth to the
I write for the under
Blunt bottle crackin' all day slumber
Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world down
As as I can twist a fat one and pass it around
Mr. x to the z from the crew
La to elviaire my man eq
Coming live and direct with your neck this
Come and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I stay up

Lyrically my flows are intravenous
are squeamish
When they attempt to
I'm the
get rocked half the words ?
Hold your your whole goal is props
You'll get 'em
My just fluctuates
You can't o.d. no how much you take
I rush plates
Crack your lenses clean benzene
Cool menthol
My the end all
Majorly gain your speed your role
You lie and like pinochio your will grow
go
Underground co
Bust these jewels diamonds out
But still some of niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
Mine in
Traversing' the earth like
And your dirty laundry
Presented to the as comedy
Del rips it honestly that's why the are found of me
And don't be squandering little flow
You ain't got
You're fly
We
You contribution from del for usage
Over acoustics
I take out for use of
representing proof in you walkman
Lockin' competition out of
Everyday I live is a musical
Create my own
funkier than shaft on my musical path

They like "ooh. say that."
When it's lay doe a dat where they at?
I 'em
Steady at the
a pilot I keep you silent
Through the turbulence words get violent
doses exposes is flagellant composes
All you get is on your grave you misbehave
It's the brave courageous contagious
Spiritually engage with the psychedelic of
An
We then
Cover the mic like the sun we
Cause no light shine through a flow like
Casual might the mic for pastime
one style older than the sundial
My elaborate of words is fun how
I display, dismay way gettin' bissy
Crackers off the top while I'm hittin' a j
My immaculate attackin' with nouns and verbs
For the it gets foul
Got a full metal jacket off to press
To under pressure
Past style a lyrical
Never the I get fresher
It's involital my make up composes of flesh and blows
dispose of all
When they appear in my ball
I you wish I fall
"yes y'all"