Luyện nghe bài hát True & Livin'

[ 1 ]
You the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me
I been down, this ain't no brandy
It's finesse, yeah, you know it
It's that funky type poet that get loose aerobics
You know I be suckers
When I'm not on the mic, I'm more moves than a dance instructor
I no passion for rhymers
Nowadays I with more styles than fashion designers
Rappers be cold
They like forrest gump (why? ) them don't know nothin
So how I hit em
In '95 and lord finesse is true and livin

[ 2 ]
I don't have to pop to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop
I get and never fail, hops
The I'm deliverin you can't get in your mailbox
I won't the way my brain thinks
When it comes to crews, I'm connected a chain link
I'm out to make large
You could be a casino dealer, and still couldn't pull my fuckin card,
I'm so bad with the
only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
I'm no stranger, like danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 in the chamber
I get props, I'm raw, hops
the sure shot that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop
So my funk style of rhythm
Word life, kid, I'm and livin

[ 3 ]
Now it's the funkyman, and can't see me
I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether or somethin slow
I'm bad like michael jackson, only is, I'm fuckin, though
Hey yo, so save it
I'm one of the funkiest, the underground favorite
got astoundin rhymes
That'll make grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines
I your whole platoon nervous
Tryin to get live, I it to that ass like fuckin room service
you gonna do when I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still fuck around
This is how it goes finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't that
It'as the man be rappin clever
why I'm gonna shine forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, I kick it simple and so
making your day, I got some shit for your whole year
I don't know why these be frontin
They can have three trucks, and still won't be movin nothin
I put niggas on curfews, I crews
My style is harder than the on fuckin church shoes
wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to I be true and livin