Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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The D I C D A D I E
That's just a title, 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 the way it sounds
I'm rap music, and rap music on the grounds
You say i'm full of sheep, and for that I a pound
The dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to break it down
Ladies, step to me for a neat treat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me meat
I wear protection, you catch claps here

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

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I'm and tired of rappers not real
And suckers it with a pop feel
Labels signin' acts with nuff
Tax off, 'cause 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 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 and unique
Top of the and others are weak

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

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

Keep cordless, 'cause you bore this
You say sure, yeah, but I'm the surest
That, black sheep are unique, funk clever brothers that
Make the church girl freak, out, 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, off as a tractor trail trucker

But movin' right to the Woodstock
Stop, when the band was on rock
music, heh, seperated, it blew up and became rap
And you hated it, of course till you see
A motherfucker that, could be in your
Drop lyrics then you 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 I keep it rollin'
the rap gets stolen
Like so other things called theft
And when it's gone what be left
You sucker, dumb fucker don't blue

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