Luyện nghe bài hát What's Clef

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I got it started to my
I got it to my face, right?
you thought
There wasn't be no retaliation?

Ha, ha, ha
You be kiddin'
You call my four times on a record?
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga
I'ma push you further than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it
song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"

Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You write about being a but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of
You underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber

Gimme medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my is gonna reach ya
A new episode the student kills the teacher

Any last words before I send you to your
Hold my and pray

You don't got yourself
So you don't know that mean, aight?
Who supped you up to do the
In the first

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Like 3rd
L.L. for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they

Under the conference table
When you this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for life is serious
ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice

So call Mr. Martin, I kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's
from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga

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Yo, this my
What's your

What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?
What's
I'm not a Bob impostor
Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell ghost writers, "Go write something better"

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who? Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme

Of course you rap last, so you can show off your
I guess, it didn't on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out done by the young gun
Your last weapon is to call out Wyclef

Not knowing you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, like you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells ring like Sunday
L.L. Cool J is as hell?

So hard at night he's
I the teller, Himmemel
How you he wrote the song?
the bells

Yo,
I know you got styles but get to the issue kid
This is

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, turn green
marriage is a cover up 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you
Knowing damn that bad men don't wear G-strings

Another side of Clef, the face you seein' oppressed
I even got the worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck and I'ma buck you Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you them Benny Blanco

Wyclef, preacher's son, the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty
MCA buy for eleven billion
I come to and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F,
The return of 'Jack the was only to meet his death

The next time, you dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and your lips, bitch
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Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's
I'm not a man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do this?

Watch you ask for 'cause you just might get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell with Wyclef
I wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why don't you just up?

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