Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

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

push me if you pussy
I spot 'em, it seems you want to ride the
I got em, KRS got in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom,
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead to your
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I it
Your album, it

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

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

My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the catch of the day
And the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens,
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not
Focus on the syllable formats and the G
G for guard your grill, I'm hard to
Odd but ill, a job to is to refill on skills
We and killed style and skill
While recriminate you like a child I will

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

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

Let's get to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York City is too
I come a era of 'OJ cars', Latin Quarter
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you send me
Nowhere, that I ain't 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 Kris you hit too hard" playing, switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your styles are out, see you way out
Before laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
Everything is black and we took the gray out it's scarier
Either winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience

But lyrically ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that lyrically starvin'
Carbon, your name, battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I ya so
You know that I know the ancient flow
Is the holder of a boulder yo, 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,
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, they 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 Lion I chase them all and I am on
the hardest crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head,