Luyện nghe bài hát White Rappers (A Good Guest)

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

[Hook: Old Droog]
Some wise words from Your Old
matters 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, skin

[Verse 1:
Back again, it's the realest dude on the
tucked in the collar of my new flannel
Only t.v. dinner I is my bitch
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 I did on wax before ever signing contracts
No numbers by memory, no
And you thought it was perfect like Hennig
I remember when we sinning, condition worsening
Came along way from the first
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 your fans got cash, it makes though
Bums towards hot trash
You bars out of boredom, pa
I them songs that'll live long like Lord Jamar
It's for and for tomorrow
I don't about your kids' kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, your flow is
a phrase like 'quid pro quo' with 'coco'
Track is straight by the
Just don't let any soul blow get on my
Power, with every beat, I begin to
In the wee hours, writing rhymes for
The clutches, and my team is
They just in at the end to put the finishing touches
On whatever we's doing, nobs and EQing
Son through 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 makes them think they have to say so?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not them
Your stuff's emotive, you didn't come this with a motive"
The way he on the track was straight bananas
right in our house with great manners
Wrote that shit down quick, the dug it
Old Droog been a legend like the chick that had a
Never a Mcrib
The even takes his shoes 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,
Mosquitoes try to bite em, Rubies to be an item
They throw Winston's on stage hoping light them
met anyone dopier
Son, you's a cornier cornimus, be a
It's like be a Menace to South Central
While Drinking 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, that's Nia
Your raps put me to sleep, guess I won't have a song long
I'm not singing a sad sad
Flow is being cut down on the cool, it's mad strong
Like Menthol the strength, y'all
I'm Funkmaster Flex night, and enthrall
I'm and I'm mental
A lot of rappers to vent, but when they do it, it's uneventful
Tumbleweeds get like seeds
For trying to the path of the pimp
Fuck up whole anatomy, remember
is the sincerest 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,