Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

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

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

I keep it working for certain, curtains
Renegade bought up a troop I'm dispersing
That body moving, ghetto baby music
We eat together with the city coolness

Yo, who's Slicing a rhyme in square bits
Burning open skin like newly prepared grits
It's fish, I'm bringing the bad news
And changing your bathroom if you thinking that rules

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

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

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

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

Passion MC's, wearing mink MC's
On the brink MC's, you to think MC's
Bout to MC's, don't even speak MC's
half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's

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

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

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

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

Yo yo, breeze the trees, feel the flavor at ease
of melodies, typewriter MC's
They on their Q's and P's my vicinity
of correctional rhyme ability

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

Aye yo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm stone lampin
pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the
eleven 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, you'll refuse shit
The show's good, MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap into dye-cast miniatures
I'll blast ten of you my rhymes harass senators

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

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

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