Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to type of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter don't matter
I'm of the Chattanooga empty
like a German luger
Deep like a tune for scuba who am I the hyper
I said, before 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 to ride 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 to kill
Verbal excitement lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I it
album, rewrite it

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

Triplet syllables for criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the
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
any style 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 catch of the day
And the back of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens after that happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time you're 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 built and killed and skill
While poetically recriminate you like a child I

Get ill, and switch to earn 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,
Never be MC's, they can't 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 City is too witty
I come from a era of 'OJ cars', Quarter
Fake Gucci and Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, I ain't been to
You tell me nuttin' that I ain't been through
the teacher I gots to get you
'Cause they MC

But what you really
You like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" playing, switching and swaying
Day in and day out, your are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No area'
Everything is black and white we the gray out it's scarier
Either you're or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience

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

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

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