Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me you to another type of rapper MC
where glamor and don't matter gently
I'm tired of the empty
Classical like a German
Deep like a tune for scuba who am I the hyper
Like I said, my radar's going bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I it
Hear it my is where it should be

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

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

Triplet for minimal criminals
Lyrical riddles that got 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 lyric when you it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak keep the at full peak

My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh of the day
And crack the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a
And happens after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not
Focus on the syllable formats and the G
G for guard grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to on skills
We built and killed and skill
While poetically you like a child I will

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

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

Let's get to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York City is too
I come 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
Disrespect the I gots to get you
'Cause they MC

But what you really
You sound a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and
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 thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
is black and white we took the gray 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
'Cause I know that you're starvin'
Carbon, name, battle battle
Everybody wants to battle but you
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the way that you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I ya so
You know I know the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the of a boulder yo, money 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 they MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC

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