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 from any and injure thee

Now that spelled it out, and you like the way it sounds
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 real treat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me meat
I wear protection, you won't catch here

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

You know
You know

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

You get a and trash the Nova
Double platinum, and start crossin'
Then you get fall, I give examples
Hint, hint, they use the same old
But not the sheep, for we are sleek and
Top of the peek and are weak

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

'I can dig it'
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You what?

You what?
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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 claim to have
Take the funky and give him back to James
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I cope

Keep your cordless, 'cause you bore
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 out the picture, and I'ma get you sucka
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, better off as a trail trucker

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

You run to get a ten, 'cause you be it
So, off the top off my head, I I keep it rollin'
Till the rap stolen
Like so many things called theft
And when it's gone what be left
You sucker, fucker don't turn blue

You what?
to you
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You know
You what?
You what?