Luyện nghe bài hát White Rappers (A Good Guest)

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

[Hook: Old Droog]
Some wise words Your Old Friend
What is the beats and if the emcee goes in
Its not the color, its not about the color
It's not about the color of your skin, your

[Verse 1:
Back again, it's the dude on the panel
tucked in the collar of my new flannel
Only t.v. dinner I is my bitch
Cooking some shit she saw on the Channel
Wise, the way I
a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle
To what I did on wax before ever signing
No numbers by memory, no
And you thought it was perfect like Curt
I remember when we weren't sinning, worsening
Came along way the first inning
Getting better with every verse I'm penning, know I mean?
On the mic I'm witty, but we wear
And my demographic is cats like
Not one of your fans got cash, it sense though
Bums gravitate towards hot
You write out of boredom, pa
I give them songs that'll live like Lord Jamar
It's for and for tomorrow
I don't know about your kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, your is crazy
Rhyme a phrase like 'quid pro with 'coco'
Track is straight by the
Just don't let any soul get on my polo
Power, every beat, I begin to devour
In the wee hours, writing rhymes for
The clutches, and my is hands-off
They just in at the end to put the finishing touches
On whatever we's doing, nobs and EQing
Son comes and fucks shit up like "What you doing?"
I do that, but good guess
me shade like scantrons but I stood the test

[Verse 2:
"Can a white rapper a Muslim?"
"No, Not nowadays, bro"
"So what the hell them think they have to say so?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not like
Your emotive, you didn't come into this with a motive"
The way he flowed on the was straight bananas
Came right in our with great manners
Wrote that shit quick, the clique dug it
Old Droog been a legend like the chick that had a
purchase a Mcrib
The Droog even takes his off when he gets in the crib
I don't push the 'hold it gender or women's lib
More concerned with women's libido,
try to bite em, Rubies wishing to be an item
They throw Winston's on stage hoping I'll them
met anyone dopier
Son, you's a cornimus, be a cornicopia
like Don't be a Menace to South Central
While Drinking your Juice in the Hood, damn good
Like L.L. the hooker with the
She's still "sweet as sugar with the candy gams"
Oh, my bad, that's Nia
Your raps put me to sleep, I won't have 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 Italian and I'm
A lot of rappers want to vent, but when do it, it's uneventful
Tumbleweeds get humbled seeds
For trying to impede the path of the
Fuck up your anatomy, remember
Pistol-whipping is the sincerest of battery
Got cash that go the bathroom for me like a Penz
Rhyme words with but I'm more than just a spitter
A guess, no longer in his hood, stressed