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..."

Your Old Droog]
Some wise words Your Old Friend
What matters is the 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:
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 shit she saw on the Food Channel
Wise, the way I
Made a for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle
To what I did on wax before ever contracts
No numbers by memory, no
And you thought it was perfect Curt Hennig
I remember when we weren't sinning, condition
along way from the first inning
Getting better with verse I'm penning, know what I mean?
On the mic I'm witty, but we wear
And my demographic is cats Diddy
Not one of fans got cash, it makes sense though
Bums gravitate hot trash
You write out of boredom, pa
I give them songs that'll long like Lord Jamar
It's for today and for
I don't know your kids' 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 to devour
In the wee hours, writing for dolo
The clutches, and my is hands-off
They just in at the end to put the finishing touches
On whatever doing, turning nobs and EQing
Son comes and fucks shit up like "What you doing?"
I never do that, but good
Gave me shade like but I stood the test

[Verse 2:
"Can a rapper fool a Muslim?"
"No, Not nowadays, bro"
"So the hell makes them think they have to say so?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not like
Your stuff's emotive, you didn't into this with a motive"
The way he flowed on the track was bananas
right in our house with great manners
Wrote that shit quick, the clique dug it
Old Droog been a legend the chick that had a Mcnugget
purchase a Mcrib
The Droog even takes his off when he gets in the crib
I don't push the 'hold it now' or women's lib
More concerned with women's libido,
Mosquitoes try to bite em, wishing to be an item
They throw Winston's on stage I'll light them
Haven't met dopier
Son, you's a cornier cornimus, be a
It's like Don't be a Menace to Central
While Drinking Juice in the Hood, damn he's good
L.L. the hooker with the handicap
She's "sweet as brown sugar with the candy gams"
Oh, my bad, Nia Long?
Your raps put me to sleep, guess I have a song near long
I'm not singing a sad sad
Flow is like being cut on the cool, it's mad strong
Like bringing the strength, y'all
I'm Funkmaster Flex night, and enthrall
I'm and I'm mental
A lot of want to vent, but when they do it, it's uneventful
get humbled like seeds
For to impede the path of the pimp
Fuck up your anatomy, remember
is the sincerest form of battery
Got cash go the bathroom for me like a Penz hitter
Rhyme words 'orange' but I'm more than just a spitter
A guess, no longer in his hood, stressed