Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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The D I C D A D I E
That's just a title, who I be
l A W N G E
I take a sucker from any and injure thee

Now that I've it out, and you like 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 Lawnge to break it
Ladies, step to me for a neat treat
And if you wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me sweet meat
I wear protection, you won't catch claps

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

You know
You know

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

You get a and trash the Nova
Double platinum, and start over
Then you get fall, I won't give
Hint, hint, use the same old samples
But not the sheep, for we are and unique
Top of the and others are weak

Follow the words that I speak, the is bleak
But this is the fly that you seek
the style is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you wanna battle,
'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 old, same 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 cordless, 'cause you bore this
You say sure, yeah, but I'm the surest
That, black sheep are unique, funk clever brothers will
Make the church girl freak, out, 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 trucker

But movin' right to the Woodstock
Stop, remember when the was on rock
Negro music, heh, seperated, it blew up and rap
And you hated it, that's of till you see
A motherfucker that, could be in your
Drop lyrics then you it, with glee, then only thing 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 it's gone what will be left
You sucker, dumb don't turn blue

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