Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

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

Let me introduce you to type of rapper MC
where and glitter don't matter gently
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 grip it, it, lyric, lyric I live it
Hear it my is where it should be

Don't me if you pussy
I 'em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, 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 minimal
riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on
The of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak keep the heat at peak

My grammar with stamina, a rapper like the fresh catch 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 you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable formats and the G
G for guard your grill, I'm to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to on skills
We built and killed style and
While poetically recriminate you like a child I

Get ill, and switch to earn I prefer to slur but not blur
you're stirring 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 they MC
How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

Let's get back to the point quickly, get me
The voice New York City is too witty
I come a era of 'OJ cars', Latin Quarter
Fake and fake Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, that I ain't to
You tell me nuttin' that I ain't been through
Disrespect the 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, and swaying
Day in and day out, your are played 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 winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience

But there ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that you're lyrically
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 that I know the ancient flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a boulder yo, 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 can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC

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