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 another of rapper MC
where and glitter don't matter gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical a German luger
Deep like a tune for diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, before my going bibbit, bibbit
The I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I live it
Hear it my is where it should be

push 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
excitement will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, one I hype it
album, rewrite it

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

Triplet for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I and still rebuild on skills
The admission of 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 I speak keep the heat at full peak

My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper the fresh catch of the day
And the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and is one point in time when you're 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 built and killed style and
While poetically recriminate you a child I will

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

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

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

But what you sayin'
You sound like a bitch-ass rapper he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and
Day in and day out, your are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright start to fade out
The last thing you is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
Everything is black and white we took the 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, your name, battle
Everybody to battle but you babble
Who ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain 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 your blow
I'm not your foe 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, 'cause 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 toilet
Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah
Represent the crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head,