Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to type of rapper MC
glamor and glitter 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 I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I live it
it my spirit is where it should be

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

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

Triplet for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the
Sit back and chittle as I stand and rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the
Will be diverted by lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like
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 and attackin' a pack
And whatever after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when not ashy
Focus on the syllable and the cash G
G for your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to is to refill on skills
We and killed style and skill
While poetically recriminate you a child I will

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

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

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

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

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

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

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