Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

One, two, crew
What we 'bout to do have no clue
Three, four, tear the door
And the party people what they came here for

One, two, crew
What we to do brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the
And give the party people they came here for

Yo, my principle from the streets of South Central
Ghetto hip-hop, fundamental
Urban curb servin', vocabulary
Rebel with the turban and the corner sermon

I keep it working for certain, close
bought up a troop when I'm dispersing
That body rock moving, ghetto baby
We eat together with the inner city

Yo, who's this? Slicing a rhyme in bits
Burning through skin like newly prepared grits
It's tuna fish, I'm the bad news
And changing your bathroom if you thinking cash rules

blow words like snot speckles
When shots echo, some and hide like Doc Jeckyl
Like Don Rickles, I'm rhymes that stop heckles
Correcting all them bombaclot

Yeah, I got my on my money for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I I look fresh in
Questions, is he stepping
of the panic, break a senate lieutenant

Spit it, yo, despite your comments
Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir
Whether last or first, or or top
Now is it stop hip-hop or hip-hop stop?

You need to your neck
You the kind of brother be chasing checks
Me and my crew crash through and get enough
Basic bet takers I'm your average thinker
Breakin' mc down, like my was Dr.Shrinker

Passion fake MC's, mink MC's
On the brink MC's, you need to MC's
Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak
Cause half the shit you kicking sounding MC's

One, two, crew
What we bout to do brothers no clue
Three, four, down the door
And give the party people what came here for

One, two, Jurassic
What we bout to do brothers have no
Three, four, tear the door
And give the people what they came here for

I razor with mindset, sunset 'til sun
I admit, I to bite people's shit when I was young
Back in 83rd, before my was preferred
Now my connection with the is preferred

Primo, my AC, 310, the first confidential, inscribed my
The Z A K I and R
Submerge in submarine near and far
'Cause I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
And I'm a diss any that sounds like me

Yo yo, through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
Degrees of melodies, typewriter
They on their Q's and P's within my
Department of rhyme ability

the biters on lock, rock no silk
Still shock, rhyme around the
dawn to dusk, my raps is mack truck
You is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck

Aye yo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm stone lampin
High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel
The champion, fly shit, the
Five with dark skin and tantrum

Handsome never, not as a kid
The used to say "Yo his nose is too big!"
Yo, you'll get bruised, kid ghetto blues, never refuse shit
The show's good, pinching like rosewood
I'm you rap characters into dye-cast miniatures
I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes harass

Through TV monitors, brains and glass jaws
Verbal for you biters down at the salad bar
The combat that's making mom mad
I'm a congrat for burning his mom bad

One, two, crew
we bout to do brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the
And give the party people what came here for

One, two, crew
What we to do brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the
And give the party people they came here for