Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

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

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

Yo, my pleasure principle from the of South Central
Ghetto hip-hop, fundamental
Urban curb servin', surgin'
Rebel the turban and the street corner sermon

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

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

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

Yeah, I got my mind on my money for that comprehend
And my on whatever I think I look fresh in
Questions, is he authentic?
Controller of the panic, break a lieutenant

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

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

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

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

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

I razor sharp with mindset, sunset sun
I admit, I used to people's shit when I was young
Back in 83rd, before my 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
'Cause I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
And I'm a any nigga that sounds like me

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

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

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

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

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

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 have no clue
Three, four, tear the door
And give the party what they came here for