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 take a sucker from any 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 of sheep, and for that I give a pound
The sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to 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 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 funk to
After I'm done, yo, ya, gotta go
'Don't you ho, don tcha know ho'
Okay, is enough, time to get that off my bladder
And dig deep the subject matter

You know
You know

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

You get a Benz and the Nova
Double platinum, and crossin' over
Then you get fall, I won't 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 that I speak, the situation is bleak
But this is the fly shit that you
When the style is dope, Mista a particapator
If you battle, later
black sheep are certified greater than
But, I said man

'I can dig it'
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I turn on the radio, be a prime time to a late night rap
Here, the same old, old, and that's on your, new single
product, is a product, of no productivity
Can ya, see G? You kick a style
And claim to have
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 clever brothers that
Make the church girl freak, out, without a
You have no in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you want
But you're out the picture, and I'ma get you
'Cause a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trail trucker

But movin' along to the Woodstock
Stop, when 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, then only 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 gets
so many other things called theft
And when it's gone what will be
You sucker, fucker don't turn blue

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