Luyện nghe bài hát True & Livin'

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You the plan, gee, I rip any mic you hand me
I been down, ain't no muthafuckin brandy
It's finesse, yeah, you know it
that funky type poet that get loose like aerobics
You know I be suckers
I'm not on the mic, I'm makin more moves than a dance instructor
I have no passion for
Nowadays I come with more than fashion designers
Rappers be cold
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 don't to pop tools to stop crews or mop fools
I play it cool and smooth, and like drop
I get props and never fail,
The I'm deliverin you can't get in your 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
That's only part of it, now let me school you on the half
I'm no stranger, more danger
Like playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the
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 the funkyman, and niggas can't see me
I grab the mic you better play the wall like graffiti
Cause whether fast or slow
I'm bad like michael jackson, only is, I'm fuckin, though
Hey yo, so just it
I'm one of the funkiest, the underground favorite
That got astoundin
That'll make your grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for
I make your whole platoon
to get live, I bring it to that ass like fuckin room service
What you gonna do I hunt you down
You could have a freak on a wheel, you still couldn't fuck around
This is how it goes when raps
When be sleepin on a nigga, but I don't stress that
It'as the man be rappin clever
That's why I'm gonna shine forever, paddened leather
Have no fear, I kick it simple and so
Fuck making your day, I got some 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 crews
My style is harder the heel on fuckin church shoes
wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come I be true and