Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to another of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter matter gently
I'm of the Chattanooga empty
Classical like a luger
like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, my radar's going 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 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
album, rewrite it

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

Triplet syllables for minimal
Lyrical that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the
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 oratorical techniques I speak keep the heat at full

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 just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when not ashy
on the syllable formats and the cash G
G for guard your grill, I'm hard to
Odd but ill, a job to is to refill on skills
We built and killed and skill
poetically recriminate you like 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 I'm undefeated dem not see it
me then beat it

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC

get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York is too witty
I from 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 me nuttin' that I ain't been through
the teacher 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" playing, switching and swaying
Day in and day out, styles are played out, see you way out
Before you're out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
Everything is black and white we the gray out it's scarier
you're 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 you're starvin'
Carbon, name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you
Who ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier, I to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the ancient KRS-One
Is the holder of a boulder yo, folder yo
You want a fresh 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, 'cause they 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 them all and I am on fiyah
Represent the crew, you know how we do
tess, dead, gun shot to dem head, gwan