Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

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

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

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

syllables for minimal criminals
Lyrical that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to the spirit
Will be diverted by lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any way and you'll Cherish the Day like 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 after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and is one point in time when you're not ashy
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 poetically recriminate you like a I will

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

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

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

But what you sayin'
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 lights start to fade out
The last thing you is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
Everything is black and white we the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', the rules of conscience

But lyrically there ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in noggin'
'Cause I that you're lyrically starvin'
Carbon, your name, battle
Everybody to battle but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier, I 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 fresh style let me you slow your blow
I'm not your foe me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

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

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