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 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 I give a pound
The sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to it down
Ladies, step to me for a neat treat
And if you wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me sweet meat
I protection, you won't catch claps here

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

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I'm and tired of rappers not real
And suckers makin' it a pop feel
Labels signin' acts with 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 Benz and the Nova
platinum, and start 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 others are

Follow the that I speak, the situation is bleak
But is the fly shit that you seek
When the style is dope, Mista Lawnge's a
If you battle, later
'Cause black sheep are certified 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 rap show
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 brains
Take the funky drummer and give him back to
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I cope

Keep your cordless, 'cause you bore
You say sure, yeah, but I'm the surest
That, black sheep are unique, clever brothers that will
Make the church freak, out, without a doubt
You no wins in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you want
But you're out the picture, and I'ma get you
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trucker

But movin' right 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 it, with glee, then only thing it tells me
Is that you know a thing, when 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 other things called theft
And when gone what will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker turn blue

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