Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

You what?
You what?
You know
You know

The D I C D A D I E
That's just a title, who I be
l A W N G E
I a sucker 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 give a
The sugar dick daddy, Mista to break it down
Ladies, step to me for a real neat
And if you don't call me Lawnge, you can call me sweet meat
I wear protection, you won't catch claps

Come over later, but go get a pap smear
point five okay dear? And don't 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 tcha ho'
Okay, is enough, time to get that off my bladder
And dig deep into the subject

You know
You what?

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

You get a Benz and the Nova
platinum, and start crossin' over
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 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 later man

'I can dig it'
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I turn on the radio, be a prime to a late 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 a wack style
And to have brains
Take the funky drummer and give him back to
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, sheep 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 out the picture, and I'ma get you sucka
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trail

But right along to the Woodstock
Stop, remember when the band was on
Negro music, heh, seperated, it up and became rap
And you hated it, that's of till you see
A that, could be in your family
Drop lyrics then you hear it, with glee, then only it tells me
Is you know 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'
Till the rap gets
Like so many other things called
And it's gone what will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker don't turn

You know
to you
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