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 gonna be no

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

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

moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You about being a veteran but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the

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

Any last words before I send you to your
my hands 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"
3rd Bass
L.L. for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls

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

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely often
But in this sound clash, I got a coffin
Back from where your record got no heat
why your Def Jam interns call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga

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Yo, my question
your question?

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
What's
I'm not a Bob impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do 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 off your skirt
I guess, it work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon is to call out Jean

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

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

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

Yo,
I you got styles but get back to the issue kid
is real

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

Another of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I got the Devil worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck and I'ma you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Blanco

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

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

The time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go and lick your lips, bitch
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in peace

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Clef?
I'm not a muscle man
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with

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

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