Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

One two, one two
Alright party in the place to be
The party has already
And it's to ill

Let me introduce you to another type of MC
where glamor and don't matter gently
I'm tired of the empty
Classical like a luger
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the
Like I said, my radar's going bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I it
Hear it my spirit is it should be

Don't me if you pussy
I spot 'em, it you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got in the place
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to
Verbal excitement will lead to your
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
album, rewrite it

How MC's, wannabemceez
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

Triplet for minimal criminals
Lyrical that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and rebuild on skills
The of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak the heat at full peak

My grammar stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens,
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in when you're not ashy
Focus on the formats and the cash G
G for your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on
We built and killed and skill
While poetically recriminate you a child I will

Get ill, and switch to 'cause I prefer to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up surely you don't need it
Be seated I'm dem not see it
me then beat it

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

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

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

But lyrically there ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your
I know that you're lyrically starvin'
Carbon, name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you
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 that I know the ancient flow
Is the holder of a yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me show you slow your
I'm not foe battling me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

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

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