Luyện nghe bài hát True & Livin'

[ 1 ]
You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you me
I been down, this no muthafuckin brandy
It's lord finesse, yeah, you it
It's that funky type poet that get like 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 come with more styles than fashion
Rappers be cold
They like forrest gump (why? ) them niggas don't nothin
So how I hit em
In '95 and beyond lord is true and livin

[ 2 ]
I don't to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I it cool and smooth, and like drop jewels
I get props and fail, hops
The stuff I'm deliverin you can't get in mailbox
I sink 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 my fuckin card, nigga
I'm so bad with the
only part of it, now let me school you on the whole half
I'm no stranger, more danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 in the chamber
I get props, I'm raw, hops
With the sure that's guaranteed to make all you girls' drawers drop
So my funk style of rhythm
Word life, kid, I'm true and

[ 3 ]
Now the funkyman, and niggas can't see me
When I grab the mic you better play the wall like
Cause fast or somethin slow
I'm bad michael 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 for mines
I make your whole nervous
Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room
What you gonna do when I hunt you
You could have a on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around
This is how it goes when raps
brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that
It'as the man that be rappin
That's why I'm gonna forever, like paddened leather
Have no fear, I it simple and so clear
Fuck your day, I got some shit for your whole year
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 the heel on fuckin church shoes
Wanna my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come I be true and