Luyện nghe bài hát True & Livin'

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

[ 2 ]
I don't have to pop tools to stop or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and drop jewels
I get props and fail, hops
The stuff I'm deliverin you get in your mailbox
I won't the way my brain thinks
it comes to crews, I'm connected like a chain link
I'm out to make large
You could be a dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin card, nigga
I'm so bad with the
That's only part of it, now let me you on the whole half
I'm no stranger, more like
Like playin russian roulette 5 bullets in the chamber
I get props, I'm raw, hops
the sure shot 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 niggas see me
When I grab the mic you play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or 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
That got astoundin
That'll make your grandmoms get up I decide to get down for mines
I make your whole nervous
Tryin to get live, I it to that ass like fuckin room service
What you do when I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you couldn't fuck around
is how it goes when finesse raps
When be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that
It'as the man that be clever
That's why I'm gonna shine forever, paddened leather
Have no fear, I it simple and so clear
Fuck your day, I got some shit for your whole year
I don't know why these be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and still won't be movin
I put niggas on curfews, I hurt
My is harder than the heel on fuckin church shoes
Wanna my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come I be and livin