Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

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

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

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

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

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

Pumpernickle blow words like snot
When echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop
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 stepping
Controller of the panic, a senate lieutenant

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

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

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

One, two, crew
What we bout to do brothers no clue
Three, four, tear the door
And give the party what 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

I razor sharp with mindset, 'til sun
I admit, I used to bite people's shit I was young
Back in 83rd, my style 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
I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga sounds like me

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

the biters on lock, rock no silk
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
High pitch, beat drumsticks Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the
Five eleven with dark skin and

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 MC's rosewood
I'm you rap characters into dye-cast miniatures
I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes senators

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

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