Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

One two, one two
Alright party in the place to be
The has already started
And about to ill

Let me introduce you to type of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical like a German
like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, before my going bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I grip it, it, lyric, lyric I live it
Hear it my spirit is it should be

Don't push me if you
I 'em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the
I waste megahertz of bass bottom,
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the spot to kill
Verbal excitement will to your indictment
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
album, rewrite it

How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they can't MC

Triplet syllables for criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to the spirit
Will be diverted by lyric when you hear it
any style any day
Any which way and you'll the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak keep the heat at peak

My with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ, I'm and attackin' a pack
And happens after that just happens, fact
and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the formats and the cash G
G for guard grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to on skills
We built and style and skill
While poetically recriminate you like a child I

Get ill, and switch to earn 'cause I prefer to but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble you don't need it
Be I'm undefeated dem not see it
Observe me beat it

How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they can't MC

Let's get back to the quickly, get with me
The from New York City is too witty
I come from a era of 'OJ cars', Latin
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't me
Nowhere, that I been to
You can't tell me nuttin' that I ain't been
the teacher I gots to get you
'Cause they MC

But what you really
You sound like a bitch-ass when he's saying
"Yo you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying
Day in and day out, styles are played out, see you way out
you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No area'
Everything is black and white we took the gray out scarier
Either you're or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience

But lyrically ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I that you're lyrically starvin'
Carbon, name, battle battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can exposure
I for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know I know the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a yo, money folder yo
You a fresh style let me show you slow your blow
I'm not foe battling me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC

If a DJ he man den he better prepare for war
BDP get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
General I chase them all and I am on fiyah
the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head,