Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to another of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter don't gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical like a German
Deep like a for scuba diving 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 spirit is it should be

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

How MC's, wannabemceez
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

Triplet syllables for minimal
Lyrical riddles got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, to weaken the spirit
be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak keep the heat at full

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

Get ill, and switch to earn 'cause I prefer to slur but not
Blurring you're up trouble surely you don't need it
Be seated I'm 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, they can't MC

get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New City is too witty
I from a era of 'OJ cars', Latin Quarter
Fake Gucci and Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't to
You can't tell me that I ain't been through
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 you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying
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 last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great
Everything is black and white we took the gray out scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', the rules of conscience

But lyrically there ain't no stoppin', I'm a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that you're lyrically
Carbon, your name, battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
Who knows ya, 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 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 foe battling me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

How MC's, wannabemceez
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
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 hardest crew, you how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head,