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 in the house of hip hop..."

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

1: Droog]
Back again, it's the dude on the panel
tucked in the collar of my new flannel
Only t.v. dinner I want is my
some shit she saw on the Food 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 by memory, no contacts
And you thought it was perfect like Curt
I remember when we sinning, condition worsening
Came way from the first inning
Getting better with every verse I'm penning, know what I
On the mic I'm witty, but we wear
And my demographic is cats like
Not one of your got cash, it makes sense though
Bums towards hot trash
You write out of boredom, pa
I give them songs that'll live like Lord Jamar
for today and for tomorrow
I don't know about your kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, your is crazy
Rhyme a phrase 'quid pro quo' with 'coco'
is straight by the wavy
Just don't let any soul blow get on my
Power, with every beat, I begin to
In the wee hours, rhymes for dolo
The clutches, and my team is
They just come in at the end to put the finishing
On whatever we's doing, nobs and EQing
Son through and fucks shit up like "What you doing?"
I never do that, but guess
Gave me shade like scantrons but I stood the

[Verse 2:
"Can a rapper fool a Muslim?"
"No, Not nowadays, bro"
"So what the hell makes think they have to say so?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad you're 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 right in our house with manners
that shit down quick, the clique dug it
Old Droog been a like the chick that had a Mcnugget
purchase a Mcrib
The Droog even his shoes off when he gets in the crib
I don't push the 'hold it gender or women's lib
More concerned with libido, coquito
Mosquitoes try to bite em, Rubies to be an item
They throw on stage hoping I'll light them
met anyone dopier
Son, a cornier cornimus, be a cornicopia
like Don't be a Menace to South Central
While your Juice in the Hood, damn he's good
L.L. the hooker with the handicap
She's still "sweet as brown sugar with the gams"
Oh, my bad, Nia Long?
Your raps put me to sleep, guess I won't have a song long
I'm not a sad sad song
Flow is being cut down on the cool, it's mad strong
Like Menthol the strength, y'all
I'm Funkmaster night, excite and enthrall
I'm and I'm mental
A lot of rappers to vent, but when they do it, it's uneventful
Tumbleweeds get humbled like
For trying to the path of the pimp
Fuck up whole anatomy, remember
Pistol-whipping is the form of battery
Got cash that go the bathroom for me a Penz hitter
Rhyme words with but I'm more than just a spitter
A guess, no longer in his hood, stressed