Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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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 from any phil and injure

Now that I've spelled it out, and you 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 sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to it down
Ladies, to me for a real neat treat
And if you don't wanna call me Lawnge, you can call me meat
I wear protection, you won't claps here

over later, but first go get a pap smear
Nine point five okay dear? And don't forget 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, enough is enough, time to get that off my
And dig deep into the matter

You what?
You know

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

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

the words that I speak, the situation is bleak
But is the fly shit that you seek
When the is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you battle, later
'Cause black sheep are greater than
But, I later man

'I can dig it'
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You know
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You know

You what?
You what?
You know
You what?

I turn on the radio, be a prime time to a night rap show
Here, the same old, same old, and that's on your, new
Your product, is a product, of no
Can ya, see G? You kick a wack
And claim to have
Take the funky drummer and give him 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 that will
Make the church girl freak, out, without a
You no wins in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you want
But you're out the picture, and get you sucka
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, off as a tractor trail trucker

But movin' right to the Woodstock
Stop, when the band was on rock
music, heh, seperated, it blew up and became rap
And you hated it, that's of course you see
A that, could be in your family
Drop then you hear 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 guess I keep it
Till the rap stolen
Like so many things called theft
And when it's what will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker turn blue

You know
to you
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You what?
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You what?