Luyện nghe bài hát To The Right

Yeah gonna swing this one to the right
Wanna give a to my man Pos K
My man Big Daddy, cool
Now Rule Mob, it out

Well honey a Hickie, Puba's not a quickie
it comes to skins, goddamn I'm picky
Who will be the princess to occupy the
And if she's than dope I hope the Limo's got tints

Now honey, you see this may sound
But let me love you down and if I'm I'm back downtown
All the skins I've been in I no frowns
You see doo-doo M C's, really think can outlast, I smell gas

As a yung'un I was thefty, as a lefty
The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than
Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no
For who try to diss me, uh-oh, danger

Used to drink the E, coolers, just be Goldie
When I played soccer with the dreads that goalie
Here steps the one capable, of slaughterin'
For those who bite get the catalogue, start orderin'
'Cause shit is on stock Ock

I shape the wig a woodblock
I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm to drive
I guess you can this my nine to five
I send my lust to skins with my skin buster
Freak the mind and butt and I gots the Georgia

But on for a sec
You don't have to worry about the gettin' wreck
'Cause to me see it's more likely
And if I flow too fast, let me, slow slightly
Let's take a trip paid money grip
flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it

Derek X to the
C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu
C'mon and clap hands for Zulu
C'mon and your hands for Zulu Nation
C'mon and clap hands for Zulu

You see me rock a video and slam shit up on feels so
There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew I would
Before I kick these that I rip and I rule with
This done tried to cram 'cause she was down with the old school

She smacked me, attacked me, harassed me I swung
But I made her see stars 'cause her rung
See an girl is much different than a downtown girl
No I'm not a beater, no I'm not a girl cheater
I nipped this problem in the bud with my force the Rule
And my man Ron Stud, word to

So give a shout if you know I'm talkin' about
And if you don't then brother lost
I had a boss, traded it in for a
It died, I made glue, it's no

I'm the boss at my job I hire all workers
Tired of the sob story jerkers
Compassion, for never seen in our slums
Never work, never handled no gems

So Sera Sera' as the fat lady sings
But when the bell toll is the song I
up the flights, whether uptown or crown heights
I pound a bunch of you lunch 'cause I do right

Appear from the with my Clan and I'm the Cave Bear
Rip up the street on my worldwide
So loudly my troops and form three groups
time is here, so let's get paid on free loops

Allah to the right
(Yo the God)
God
(Yo the God)
God!

You're by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical
rockin' the jam, is an emphatical
Y, equal, born I go on, although clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I

Rush out the back door, in-to the
Girls in pursuit, enough to form a
I didn't wanna scuff up my new Bally's
So I made a dip, like I was goin' back to Cali

Took the Lear Jet, don't yet, comin' on your ear set
So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna
Cause even in my name there's a live "Jam"
eat Spam or no types of ham
Polite to all so I say, "Yes Ma'am!"

a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak
Jamar I keep you through the rhymes I speak
Not down a frat, no I ain't no Greek
A from a Blackman, is what you seek