Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

One, two, crew
What we 'bout to do brothers 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 the party people what they came here for

Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of Central
hip-hop, non-stop fundamental
Urban curb servin', vocabulary
Rebel with the turban and the street corner

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

Yo, who's this? Slicing a rhyme in bits
Burning through open skin like newly grits
It's tuna fish, I'm bringing the bad
And changing your bathroom if you thinking that 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 bombaclot specials

Yeah, I got my mind on my for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I think I look 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
last or first, or bottom or top
Now is it hip-hop or hip-hop don't 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 your thinker
mc down, like my name was Dr.Shrinker

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

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

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

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

Primo, my AC, 310, the first confidential, my initial
The Z A K I and R
in submarine words near 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 at ease
Degrees of melodies, MC's
They on Q's and P's within my vicinity
Department of correctional rhyme

Keep the on lock, rock no silk
Still shock, rhyme 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 lampin
High pitch, beat like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the
Five eleven with dark skin and

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

TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the bar
The combat making your mom mad
I'm feeling a congrat for 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 came for

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