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 they came for

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spit it, yo, despite your critic
it ain't a hotter 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 your
You the of brother that be chasing checks
Me and my crew crash through and get respect
Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average
Breakin' mc down, my name was Dr.Shrinker

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

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

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

I razor with mindset, sunset 'til sun
I admit, I used to bite people's 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 submarine words and far
I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga sounds like me

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

Keep the biters on lock, rock no
shock, rhyme around the clock
From to dusk, my raps is mack 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 with 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 blues, you'll never refuse shit
The good, pinching MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap into dye-cast miniatures
I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes senators

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

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
What we to do brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the
And give the party people what came here for