Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

You know
You know
You what?
You what?

The D I C D A D I E
That's a title, explaining who I be
l A W N G E
I take a from any phil and injure thee

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

Come later, but first go get a pap smear
Nine point five dear? And don't forget clean underwear
'Cause I want the funk to flow
After after I'm done, yo, ya, go
you know ho, don tcha know ho'
Okay, enough is enough, to get that off my bladder
And dig deep into the matter

You know
You what?

I'm sick and tired of not real
And suckers makin' it with a pop
Labels signin' acts with nuff
Tax write off, 'cause you no skills
You go make a demo, get a deal and to sprout
Gold, platinum, and start sellin' out

You get a Benz and the Nova
Double platinum, and crossin' 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 and others are weak

Follow the that I speak, the situation is bleak
But is the fly shit that you seek
When the style is dope, Lawnge's a particapator
If you wanna battle,
'Cause black are certified greater than
But, I said man

'I can dig it'
You what?
You what?
You what?
You what?

You know
You know
You know
You know

I turn on the radio, be a prime time to a late 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 a wack style
And claim to have
the funky drummer and give him back to James
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I can't

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

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

You run to get a ten, 'cause you be it
So, off the top off my head, I guess I keep it
Till the rap gets
so many other things called theft
And when it's gone will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker don't turn

You know
to you
You what?

You know
You know
You know