Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

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

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

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

Triplet for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles 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
Will be diverted by this when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day Sade
The advanced techniques I speak keep the heat at full peak

My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper the fresh catch of the day
And crack the of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And happens after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and is one point in time 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 is to refill on skills
We built and style and skill
While poetically recriminate you a child I will

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

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

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

But what you really
You sound a bitch-ass rapper 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 you're laid out, your bright lights start to out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great
Everything is black and we took the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the 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
wants to battle but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way you can gain exposure
I for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a yo, money folder yo
You want a 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, 'cause they MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they can't MC

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