Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spit it, yo, despite critic comments
Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Mohammed
last or first, or bottom 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 through and get enough
Basic bet takers I'm beyond your thinker
mc down, like my name was Dr.Shrinker

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

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

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

I sharp with mindset, sunset 'til sun
I admit, I used to bite 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 submarine words and far
'Cause I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga that like me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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