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, using fake

Mind travels like a on two tabs
With doo rags from my pockets
Me, the rap bitch goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers you were straight vexin'

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

Wetter than a resevoir, lurking in the
Striking like Chesamar code-name 'Hasana'
Warmer than a bomber, hotter the region of Ghana
Get loot like that Trump bitch,

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

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

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

See me in the camel Range
Chop and I won't stop for
And keep heat by the waist for that playa hate
Now, show you the way to blow, better I tell you

Word to my beeper and my cellular, what? Polo
Diggin' all the shit like they go-go girls

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

Who the tightest? I rock with
Gold's good for Midas, but I want the
So don't try me I be the bitch
I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde

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

Peace to I rhyme wit'
My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid embalmin'
I decompose, any to the bone
to they X and Y chromosome

So 'See My Name' in bold or Italics
'Cuz I'll be the one salvaged
Number one imported Beck's
Tighter than or more heads in a CRX

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

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