Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

One, two, Jurassic
we 'bout 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, tear the door
And give the party people they came here for

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

I it working for certain, close curtains
Renegade up a troop when I'm dispersing
That body rock moving, ghetto music
We eat together the inner city coolness

Yo, this? Slicing a rhyme in square bits
Burning through open skin 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 speckles
shots 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 on my money for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I 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 verse than Zaakir Mohammed
last or first, or bottom or top
Now is it stop hip-hop or don't stop?

You need to your neck
You the kind of brother that be chasing
Me and my crash through and get enough respect
bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
Breakin' mc down, 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
What we bout to do brothers no clue
Three, four, down the door
And give the party people they came here for

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

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

Primo, my AC, 310, the confidential, inscribed my initial
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 any nigga that sounds like me

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

Keep the biters on lock, no silk
Still shock, around 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 stone lampin
High pitch, beat like 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 blues, you'll never refuse shit
The good, pinching MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap characters dye-cast miniatures
I'll ten of you while my rhymes harass senators

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

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

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