Luyện nghe bài hát White Rappers (A Good Guest)

[Intro:
"White rappers, you're to this almost as a guest...matter of fact, you are guests in the house of hip hop..."

Your Old Droog]
Some wise words from Your Old
What matters is the beats and if the emcee in
Its not about the color, its not about the
It's not about the color of skin, your skin

[Verse 1:
again, it's the realest dude on the panel
Napkin tucked in the of my new flannel
Only t.v. dinner I is my bitch
Cooking some shit she saw on the Food
Wise, the way I
Made a for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle
To what I did on wax ever signing contracts
No numbers by memory, no
And you it was perfect like Curt Hennig
I remember when we weren't sinning, condition
Came along way from the inning
Getting better with every verse I'm penning, what I mean?
On the mic I'm witty, but we ByCommittee
And my is cats like Diddy
Not one of your fans got cash, it makes though
gravitate towards hot trash
You write out of boredom, pa
I give them that'll live long like Lord Jamar
for today and for tomorrow
I don't know your kids' kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, your flow is
Rhyme a phrase like pro quo' with 'coco'
is straight by the wavy
Just don't let any soul blow get on my
Power, with beat, I begin to devour
In the wee hours, writing rhymes for
The clutches, and my team is
They just come in at the end to put the finishing
On whatever we's doing, turning and EQing
Son through and fucks shit up like "What you doing?"
I do that, but good guess
Gave me shade like but I stood the test

[Verse 2:
"Can a white rapper a Muslim?"
"No, Not nowadays, bro"
"So what the hell makes them think they to say so?"
"I don't know, but I'm that you're not like them
Your stuff's emotive, you come into this with a motive"
The way he on the track was straight bananas
Came right in our with great manners
Wrote shit down quick, the clique dug it
Old Droog been a legend like the chick that had a
Never a Mcrib
The even takes his shoes off when he gets in the crib
I don't push the it now' gender or women's lib
More concerned women's libido, coquito
Mosquitoes try to bite em, Rubies to be an item
They throw on stage hoping I'll light them
Haven't met dopier
Son, a cornier cornimus, be a cornicopia
like Don't be a Menace to South Central
While Drinking your Juice in the Hood, he's good
L.L. the hooker with the handicap
She's "sweet as brown sugar with the candy gams"
Oh, my bad, that's Nia
Your raps put me to sleep, guess I won't a song near long
I'm not singing a sad sad
Flow is like cut down on the cool, it's mad strong
Menthol bringing the strength, y'all
I'm Funkmaster Flex night, excite and
I'm and I'm mental
A lot of rappers want to vent, but when they do it, it's
Tumbleweeds get like seeds
For trying to impede the path of the
Fuck up your whole anatomy,
Pistol-whipping is the sincerest form of
Got cash that go the bathroom for me a Penz hitter
Rhyme words with 'orange' but I'm than just a spitter
A guess, no longer in his hood, stressed