Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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

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

Come later, but first go get a pap smear
Nine point five okay dear? And 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 know ho'
Okay, enough is enough, time to get off my bladder
And dig deep the subject matter

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

You get a Benz and trash the
platinum, and start crossin' over
Then you get fall, I won't examples
Hint, hint, they use the old samples
But not the sheep, for we are sleek and
Top of the peek and others are

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

'I can dig it'
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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
product, is a product, of no productivity
Can ya, see G? You a wack style
And claim to brains
Take the funky drummer and give him back to
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I can't

Keep cordless, 'cause 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 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
'Cause youse a 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 blew up and rap
And you hated it, that's of course 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, you cannot be it
So, off the top off my head, I I keep it rollin'
the rap gets stolen
Like so other things called theft
And when it's what will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker turn blue

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