Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Passion fake MC's, wearing MC's
On the MC's, you need to think MC's
Bout to sink MC's, even speak MC's
Cause half the shit you kicking sounding MC's

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

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

I razor with mindset, sunset 'til sun
I admit, I used to bite people's shit 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 cold to
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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