Luyện nghe bài hát When I Burn

[Ced
Aiyyo Kool
Man I hooked this beat up just for you in the lab man
So yo I want you to dog it, man

Keith]

[Ced
man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man

[Kool
up

[Ced
Go for yours, aight do it man, now

Keith]
Aight..
Yo I'm on, with the style
you wait debate and rate my
rhythm expansion, dimension lyric
Rise above, amazing
your brain, changin ways, sore for days
out
Many channels, triggerin out
I'm sendin, are bendin
Like metal, to rust corrode
and low stacks, up the was while you ask
how you do it, me through it
I knew it, could be done, no way my son
I'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up
Boxin you
Packin em up, I burn

Gee]
Aiyyo Keith man, that was of dope man
But you what man?
I want you to increase your metaphor, you uh
make it better for, like that man, aight?

[Kool
Yeah I know what you mean, like this

Gee]
man

[Kool
watch..
Droppin the to make you think
you're buggin and out on, vocab
Connect the ?, then it
Changin range easily,
Slow it down, ride the beat, em down
and em down
MC's, all dirt on the
Stand in fact you're wack to prove to me
you're ready to be and willin to see, rhymes flow
Match and go, in your brain so
back, and wait before you try
to twist in, another
Designed to ya
You gotta watch 2000 I bet ya,
Procrastinate, rhymes are fake, and yo
and let's take style, use it with mine
mix it with mine, bring it with
and pefect, and let the public it
Buyin selected, are corrected
One at a time, a stack
Puttin em back, sittin em back, in
To California, I'm on ya
I'm like a psycho, I'm on ya
Once a day, I'm comin your way, to enter your
and let a word remain, as a
Stuck deep
The more I go on pluck inside
your skull, and damage ears
Cause I burn, you know Ced

[Ced
Word up man, you man, yo yo man
You really did that track up man, but you know uhh
my man TR Love is in the and uhh
Moe in the house
Awesome Two, they in the
Uhh, who else in the
My man C, he got the bass pumpin, uhh
Who else? Kevvy Kev, uhh

[Kool
Everybody the Bronx (yeah)
Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Montier

Gee]
Yeah man
London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of man