Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me you to another type of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter don't matter
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical a German luger
Deep like a for scuba diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, my radar's going bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I 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 in the place
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead to your
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I it
Your album, it

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they 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 and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the
Will be by this 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 at full peak

My grammar with stamina, grabs a like the fresh catch of the day
And the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens,
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when not ashy
Focus on the formats and the cash G
G for guard your grill, I'm to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on
We and killed style and skill
While recriminate you like a child I will

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

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause 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 from New York City is too
I come 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
the teacher I gots to get you
'Cause can't 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 are played out, see you way out
Before laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No area'
is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier
Either winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience

But lyrically there no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know you're lyrically starvin'
Carbon, name, battle battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way you can gain exposure
I feel for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I ya so
You that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a boulder yo, money yo
You want a fresh let me show you slow your blow
I'm not your foe me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

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

If a DJ he man den he better prepare for war
BDP get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
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,