Luyện nghe bài hát When I Burn

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

Keith]

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

[Kool
up

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

Keith]
Aight..
Yo I'm on, with the freaky
When you wait debate and my
rhythm expansion, lyric extension
Rise above, amazing
Crashin your brain, changin ways, for days
out
Many channels, out forth
I'm sendin, brains are
metal, crust to rust corrode
and low stacks, up the was while you ask
how you do it, me through it
I never it, could be done, no way my son
Cause I'm the one, smackin em up, em up
you ducks
Packin em up, I burn

[Ced
Keith man, that was kinda of dope man
But you know what
I you to increase your metaphor, you know uh
make it better for, somethin that man, aight?

[Kool
Yeah I know you mean, like this right?

Gee]
man

[Kool
watch..
Droppin the word to make you
you're buggin and out on, vocab
the ?, then switch it
Changin range easily,
Slow it down, the beat, throw em down
and em down
MC's, all on the floor
Stand in fact you're wack to prove to me
that you're ready to be and willin to see, flow
Match and go, in your brain so
step back, and before you try
to in, another line
to catch ya
You gotta 2000 I bet ya, perpetrate
Procrastinate, rhymes are fake, and yo
and take your 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, em back, in line
To California, I'm on ya
I'm like a psycho, I'm on ya
Once a day, I'm comin your way, to your brain
and let a word remain, as a
Stuck inside
The more I go on pluck inside
your skull, and damage your
Cause I burn, you know Ced

Gee]
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
Two, they in the house
Uhh, who in the house?
My man Paul C, he got the pumpin, uhh
Who else? Kevvy Kev, uhh

Keith]
Everybody the whole (yeah)
Brooklyn, Greene, Montier Posse

[Ced
everybody man
London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of man