Luyện nghe bài hát True & Livin'

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You the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me
I down, this ain't no muthafuckin brandy
It's lord finesse, yeah, you it
It's that funky type poet that get like aerobics
You I be slammin suckers
When I'm not on the mic, I'm makin moves than a dance instructor
I have no for rhymers
Nowadays I with more styles than fashion designers
Rappers be frontin
They forrest gump (why? ) them niggas don't know nothin
So how I hit em
In '95 and lord finesse is true and livin

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I have to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like jewels
I get props and never fail,
The stuff I'm deliverin you can't get in your
I won't the way my brain thinks
When it comes to crews, I'm like a chain link
I'm out to make large
You be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin card, nigga
I'm so bad the vocab
That's only part of it, now let me school you on the half
I'm no stranger, like danger
playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
I get props, I'm raw, hops
With the sure that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop
So peep my funk style of
Word life, kid, I'm and livin

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Now it's the funkyman, and can't see me
When I grab the mic you play the wall like graffiti
whether fast or somethin slow
I'm bad like jackson, only thing is, I'm fuckin, though
Hey yo, so save it
I'm one of the funkiest, plus the underground
got astoundin rhymes
That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for
I make your platoon nervous
Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin service
What you do when I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't around
This is how it goes finesse raps
brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that
It'as the man that be clever
That's why I'm shine forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, I kick it and so clear
Fuck making your day, I got some shit for your whole
I know why these crews be frontin
can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin nothin
I put niggas on curfews, I hurt
My style is harder than the heel on fuckin shoes
Wanna my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come I be true and