Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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The D I C D A D I E
just a title, explaining who I be
l A W N G E
I take a sucker any phil and injure thee

Now I've spelled it out, and you like the way it sounds
I'm dissing rap music, and rap on the grounds
You say i'm full of sheep, and for I give a pound
The sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to it down
Ladies, step to me for a real neat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me sweet
I wear protection, you won't catch claps

Come over later, but first go get a pap
Nine point five okay And don't forget clean underwear
'Cause I don't want the to flow
After I'm done, yo, ya, gotta go
'Don't you know ho, don tcha ho'
Okay, is enough, time to get that off my bladder
And dig into the subject matter

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I'm sick and of rappers not real
And makin' it with a pop feel
signin' acts with nuff bills
Tax write off, 'cause you have no
You go make a demo, get a and start to sprout
Gold, platinum, and then sellin' out

You get a Benz and the Nova
Double platinum, and start over
you get fall, I won't give examples
Hint, hint, they use the old samples
But not the sheep, for we are and unique
Top of the peek and are weak

Follow the words I speak, the situation is bleak
But this is the fly that you seek
When the is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you battle, later
'Cause black sheep are certified greater
But, I said man

'I can dig it'
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I turn on the radio, be a prime time to a night rap show
Here, the same old, same old, and that's on your, new
Your product, is a product, of no
Can ya, see G? You kick a wack
And to have brains
Take the funky drummer and give him to James
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I can't

Keep your cordless, you bore this
You say you're sure, yeah, but I'm the
That, black sheep are unique, funk brothers that will
Make the church girl freak, out, without a
You no wins in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you want
But out the picture, and I'ma get you sucka
'Cause a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trail trucker

But right along to the Woodstock
Stop, remember when the band was on
Negro music, heh, seperated, it up and became rap
And you hated it, that's of till you see
A motherfucker that, could be in family
lyrics then you hear it, with glee, then only thing it tells me
Is that you a good thing, when you see it

You run to get a ten, you cannot be it
So, off the top off my head, I guess I it rollin'
the rap gets stolen
Like so many other things theft
And when it's what will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker turn blue

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to you
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