Luyện nghe bài hát Town To Town

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They say that nice guys finish last, but I'm the
Drinkin liters of Seagrams with the
Misbehave and break the buzz, the shavings
Collectin scratch for my savings the day ends
Cravings for music, collaborate at a
Faster than the speed of to go thataway
No replicas, step to us, I guess the job was to us
To kick the phonics that kept you
And perkin, workin words, distributin
To niggas livin in 'burbs they too petro
To come to the
Mind you, all we do is find you, wave and gave you a
Come but watch 50, they try to lift me
Off the tracks but we ain't offerin crack, just
No need for or bad karma, but arm yourself
Move in stealth, wealth is
are aluminated
I make the shit I hit even though some assume you hate it
I judgment when the fuzz lit, take a shit
Just another skit from the pit of Babylon
But like Alvatron
From the
Music is magical a leprechaun
you on point in many different sectors
On Elektra, make you remember Evers and James Evers
My skills from the heavens
I they sold Maddog at 7-11
I remember when niggas wore jackets
And Starter jackets and harder
Had been adopted and most of mocked it
But put a in it (* gagging sound *) for a minute
I provide the funk and y'all rock it
As I spit it, it, oh shit

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Del the Funky Homosapien
Goin from town to town to town and makin friends
Reach out and hands
With the and they love it

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No technical or faultiness, you salt me with
plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain
Don't need fuckin with the A
The A-Pluster the A from way back in the day
For mind enhancing thoughts
I'm raw with savagery, the of all in vision
Wait, but isn't a good way to start?
Developin art to scrill to kill Satan
for gettin Daytons are past tense
Stack ends so I won't be a has-been (You it)
The question you been askin: Is Del that masked
Rollin through our cities just major venues
Like Whitney Houston like when I to Houston
My father is from Texas, so next a rhyme for times
I it was no hope, but no factors you formulate
Made me foster hatred and me wanna make it
When I'm in the Bay say (Del, how you doin, man?)
I ain't no rap star that act hard, speak
I leak lyrics, lyrics, secrete lyrics
From my
Tyranny for all who of me
Bomb in a bong, my in a thong
On a beach a biatch named Bonbon
Called her on the Intercong, John Owens
Better known as Casual to y'all not
About flowin, cause your are all stolen
dip on the strip cause task force patrollin
But rollin blunts too fat to
Mexico's national for pleasure
Resurrect like this from my childhood
Before it was a wild hood
on wood

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My beats are
Let's call a treaty
And to it
I'm quick to do it, are
So much funk you kick it with my crew
Other than when time to get blue?
(Shame on you)
I me a girl that's intelligent
shit and ain't too belligerent
Picture it, chillin barbecue
Not off what niggas are to you
Jealousy, let's see
a lot of that in Oakland
It started niggas started smokin
And snortin hop, pop
I the melodies
But not the topics you are selling me
Del is free of
My mind fragile and frazzled
I choose to stay like Fraggles
In battles I'm to win
While you bud I drink gin
It sinks in while everyone act on it
I macked on it but not too far redrum
Don't me, I'm not a pussy
I wish we gather at a function, drink some lager
And bust hymns of funk and flav
Cause the that are our ancestors
Would feel if we did that
we hear rap
Now it's children syntax
since it been on wax
And the facts, believe it, don't mislead it
And do the shit if you don't need it
And that's real, you not be but I am
The truth's gonna slap you in the face, so why

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