Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

You what?
You what?
You what?
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 take a sucker any phil and injure thee

Now I've spelled it out, and you like the way it sounds
I'm dissing rap music, and rap music on the
You say i'm of sheep, and for that I give a pound
The sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to break it
Ladies, step to me for a neat 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 five 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 matter

You what?
You know

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

You get a Benz and trash the
Double platinum, and start crossin'
you get fall, I won't give examples
Hint, hint, they use the old samples
But not the sheep, for we are sleek and
Top of the peek and are weak

Follow the words that I speak, the is bleak
But this is the fly shit you seek
When the is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you wanna battle,
'Cause sheep are certified greater than
But, I said man

'I can dig it'
You know
You know
You know
You know

You know
You know
You what?
You know

I turn on the radio, be a prime time to a 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 give him to James
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I cope

Keep your cordless, you bore this
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 have no wins in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you
But you're out the picture, and I'ma get you
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trucker

But movin' along to the Woodstock
Stop, when the band was on rock
Negro music, heh, seperated, it up and became rap
And you hated it, of course 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 keep it
the rap gets stolen
Like so many other called theft
And when it's gone what be left
You sucker, dumb fucker don't blue

You know
to you
You what?

You what?
You what?
You know