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 from any phil 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 to break it down
Ladies, step to me for a real neat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me sweet
I protection, you won't catch claps here

Come later, but first go get a pap smear
point five okay dear? And don't forget clean underwear
'Cause I don't the funk to flow
after I'm done, yo, ya, gotta 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 makin' it a pop feel
Labels signin' with nuff bills
Tax write off, 'cause you no skills
You go a demo, get a deal and start to sprout
Gold, platinum, and start sellin' out

You get a and trash the Nova
platinum, and start crossin' over
Then you get fall, I won't give
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 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
'Cause 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 to a late night rap show
Here, the old, same old, and that's on your, new single
Your product, is a product, of no
Can ya, see G? You a wack style
And claim to have
Take the funky drummer and him back to James
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I cope

your 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 you're out the picture, and get you sucka
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, off as a tractor trail trucker

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

You run to get a ten, 'cause you be it
So, off the top off my head, I guess I it rollin'
Till the rap gets
Like so many other called theft
And when it's what will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker don't blue

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