Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to another of rapper MC
glamor and glitter don't matter gently
I'm of the Chattanooga empty
like a German luger
Deep like a tune for scuba who am I the hyper
Like I said, before my going 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 skills in the
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to
Verbal excitement will to your indictment
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, it

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

Triplet syllables for criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the
Will be diverted by this when you hear it
any style 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 like the catch of the day
And crack the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and a pack
And whatever happens that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not
Focus on the syllable and the cash G
G for guard grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on
We built and style and skill
While poetically recriminate you a child I will

Get ill, and switch to earn 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 many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC

Let's get back to the point quickly, get me
The from New York City is too witty
I from a era of 'OJ cars', Latin Quarter
Fake and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, I ain't 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 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
you're 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 white we took the out it's scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the of conscience

But there ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that you're starvin'
Carbon, your name, battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
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 KRS-One
Is the holder of a yo, money 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 many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC

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