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 gotta be
You call my name four on a record?
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
I'ma push you back than your hairline recedes
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 write about being a veteran but not a
from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the

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

Any last before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and

You don't got knowledge
So you don't what that mean, aight?
Who you up to do the record
In the place?

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

Under the conference room
When you hear record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for this life is
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't 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
That's why your Def Jam interns it, "Battle of the Beats"
weak nigga

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Yo, my question
your question?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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