Luyện nghe bài hát White Rappers (A Good Guest)

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

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

1: Droog]
Back again, the realest dude on the panel
Napkin tucked in the collar of my new
Only t.v. dinner I is my bitch
some shit she saw on the Food Channel
Wise, the way I
Made a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't a candle
To what I did on wax before ever signing
No by memory, no contacts
And you thought it was perfect like Hennig
I remember when we weren't sinning, worsening
Came along way the first inning
Getting better with every I'm penning, know what I mean?
On the mic I'm witty, but we wear
And my demographic is like Diddy
Not one of your fans got cash, it makes though
Bums towards hot trash
You bars out of boredom, pa
I give songs that'll live long like Lord Jamar
for today and for tomorrow
I don't know about your kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, your flow is
Rhyme a phrase like 'quid pro quo' 'coco'
is straight by the wavy
Just don't let any blow get on my polo
Power, with every beat, I begin to
In the wee hours, writing rhymes for
The clutches, and my is hands-off
They just come in at the end to put the touches
On whatever doing, turning nobs and EQing
Son through and fucks shit up like "What you doing?"
I never do that, but guess
me shade like scantrons but I stood the test

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