Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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The D I C D A D I E
just a title, explaining who I be
l A W N G E
I a sucker 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 on the grounds
You say i'm of sheep, and for that I give a pound
The dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to break it down
Ladies, step to me for a real treat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can me sweet meat
I protection, you won't catch claps here

Come over later, but first go get a pap
Nine point 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 tcha ho'
Okay, is enough, time to get that off my bladder
And dig deep the subject matter

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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 deal and start to
Gold, platinum, and then start out

You get a Benz and the Nova
Double platinum, and crossin' over
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 that I speak, the situation is bleak
But this is the fly that you seek
the style is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you battle, later
'Cause black sheep are certified greater
But, I later 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, old, and that's on your, new single
product, is a product, of no productivity
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

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

But movin' along to the Woodstock
Stop, remember the band was on rock
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, you cannot be it
So, off the top off my head, I guess I it rollin'
Till the rap stolen
Like so many things called theft
And when it's gone what be left
You sucker, fucker don't turn blue

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to you
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