Luyện nghe bài hát Tight

Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode,
Shit tight, to the coochie
Yeah, it

And I say what's
a sista write rhymes all day and all night
Dwellin' South of the Hudson, New
In seclusion, fake pseudonyms

travels like a Skitzo on two tabs
With doo rags hangin' from my
Me, the rap bitch that back to pediatrics
left rappers like you were straight vexin'

So recognize, I make a nigga eyes alive
Off of five two fives, disguise the
I shoot a out of my spirals with mad priors
For takin' mad niggaz

Wetter a resevoir, lurking in the bushes
Striking blows like Chesamar 'Hasana'
Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of
Get loot like that Trump bitch,

Now, who be writin' all night
Rah Digga in tha house and my is tight
Peace to the ones that bite
Rah Digga in the and my plans is tight

A Black Queen, ya best believe my jeans won't say Paco
I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef
Rap tight liquor got me different
than an overseas shipment of KI's

I write these Tight Buttas, de la guttas, call me Sheik Digga
Plotting loops like the eight figures
Baby I'm hard, the feminist God
gets blunted, watch rhymers runneth, over

See me in the camel Range
Chop and I stop for Jake
And heat by the waist for those that playa hate
Now, show you the way to blow, better than I you

Word to my and my cellular, what? Polo curls
Diggin' all the rapper's shit like they go-go

Now, who be writin' rhymes all
Rah in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones don't bite
Rah Digga in the house and my plans is

Who the I rock with laryngitis
good for Midas, but I want the highest
So don't try me I be the bitch
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with hair

I blow up the spot Dennis Scott
Go forward, your chance of me is morbid
'Cuz I get you like the comin' of the Pope
When I group shit than a 3 piece suit

to niggaz I rhyme wit'
My correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'
I decompose, any rapper to the
Down to X and Y chromosome

So 'See My Name' in bold or Italics
I'll be the only one salvaged
Number one like Beck's
Tighter than three or heads in a CRX

Now, who be rhymes all night
Rah in tha house and my plans is tight
Peace to the ones that bite
Rah in the house and my plans is tight

Now, who be writin' rhymes all
Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is
Peace to the ones that bite
Rah Digga in the house and my is tight

Tight, tight,
And the is tight
Tight, tight,
Tight, tight,
And the is tight
Tight, tight,
One, two, three,