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: 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
not about the color of your skin, your skin

[Verse 1:
again, it's the realest dude on the panel
Napkin in the collar of my new flannel
Only t.v. dinner I want is my
Cooking shit she saw on the Food Channel
Wise, the way I
Made a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a
To what I did on wax before signing contracts
No by memory, no contacts
And you thought it was perfect like Curt
I remember when we weren't sinning, worsening
Came way from 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 cats Diddy
Not one of your got cash, it makes sense though
Bums gravitate hot trash
You bars out of boredom, pa
I give them songs that'll live like Lord Jamar
for today and for tomorrow
I don't know your kids' kids' kids' kids though
Diddo, loco, flow is crazy
Rhyme a phrase like 'quid pro with 'coco'
is straight by the wavy
Just don't let any blow get on my polo
Power, every beat, I begin to devour
In the wee hours, writing rhymes for
The clutches, and my team is
They just come in at the end to put the touches
On whatever we's doing, turning and EQing
Son comes and fucks shit up like "What you doing?"
I never do that, but guess
Gave me like scantrons but I stood the test

[Verse 2:
"Can a rapper fool a Muslim?"
"No, Not nowadays, bro"
"So what the hell them think they have to say so?"
"I know, but I'm glad that you're not like them
Your stuff's emotive, you didn't come this with a motive"
The way he flowed on the track was straight
Came right in our house with manners
Wrote that shit quick, the clique dug it
Old Droog been a legend like the chick had a Mcnugget
Never purchase a
The Droog even takes his shoes off when he in the crib
I don't push the it now' gender or women's lib
More with women's libido, coquito
Mosquitoes try to bite em, Rubies to be an item
They throw 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
While Drinking your Juice in the Hood, damn he's
L.L. the hooker with the handicap
She's "sweet as brown sugar with the candy gams"
Oh, my bad, that's Nia
Your raps put me to sleep, I won't have a song near long
I'm not a sad sad song
Flow is like being cut on the cool, it's mad strong
Menthol bringing the strength, y'all
I'm Flex night, excite and enthrall
I'm and I'm mental
A lot of rappers want to vent, but when they do it, 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 like a Penz
Rhyme words with 'orange' but I'm more just a spitter
A good guess, no in his hood, stressed