Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve

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

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

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

I keep it working for certain, 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 square
Burning through open like newly prepared grits
It's tuna fish, I'm bringing the bad
And changing your bathroom if you that cash rules

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Primo, my AC, 310, the first confidential, my initial
The Z A K I and R
Submerge in submarine near and far
'Cause I'm too hot to handle, too to freeze
And I'm a any nigga that sounds like me

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

the biters 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 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 eleven dark skin and tantrum

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 refuse shit
The show's good, pinching MC's rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap characters into dye-cast
I'll ten of you while my rhymes harass senators

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

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

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