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..."

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

[Verse 1:
Back again, the realest dude on the panel
Napkin tucked in the collar of my new
Only t.v. dinner I want is my
Cooking some shit she saw on the Food
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 numbers by memory, no
And you thought it was like Curt Hennig
I remember when we weren't sinning, worsening
Came along way the first inning
Getting better every verse 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 sense
Bums towards hot trash
You write out of boredom, pa
I give them songs that'll long like Lord Jamar
for today and for tomorrow
I don't about your kids' kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, your flow is
Rhyme a phrase 'quid pro quo' with 'coco'
Track is by the wavy
Just let any soul blow get on my polo
Power, with every beat, I begin to
In the wee hours, rhymes for dolo
The clutches, and my team is
just come in at the end to put the finishing touches
On whatever doing, turning nobs and EQing
Son comes through and fucks shit up "What you doing?"
I do that, but good guess
Gave me shade like scantrons but I the test

[Verse 2:
"Can a white rapper a Muslim?"
"No, Not nowadays, bro"
"So what the makes them think they have to say so?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not them
Your emotive, you didn't come into this with a motive"
The way he flowed on the track was bananas
Came in our house with great manners
Wrote shit down quick, the clique dug it
Old Droog a legend like the chick that had a Mcnugget
purchase a Mcrib
The Droog even takes his shoes off when he 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 Winston's on stage hoping I'll light them
Haven't met anyone
Son, a cornier cornimus, be a cornicopia
It's Don't be a Menace to South Central
Drinking your Juice in the Hood, damn he's good
Like L.L. the hooker the handicap
still "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 a sad sad song
Flow is like being cut on the cool, it's mad strong
Like bringing the strength, y'all
I'm Funkmaster night, excite and enthrall
I'm and I'm mental
A lot of rappers want to vent, but they do it, it's uneventful
Tumbleweeds get humbled like
For trying to impede the path of the
Fuck up your whole anatomy,
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 good guess, no longer in his hood,