Luyện nghe bài hát Who's It On

My be Pep Love
Over the loop, I scoop, and do a
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hoop
And her as I went in her
Ahe's hot diner, she sounds like a tenor
again I wouldn't know, yo

What is the subject the way Pep Love check
and throw rights and lefts don't move or budge yet
'Cause in the motherfuckin' house
I rips descriptions of MC's out

As we in Pep and Del and Casual leave the weapons
'Cause we this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the and I, I, I never seen
A crew of fresher niggaz just be actin' all in they teens

Never stallin', as soon as we fill in the
I bet ya I wet ya MC's like a dream
Bringin' a pow pow shootin up like in the veins
But now, now I'd rather smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp? The nigga that when I rock shit I spin
Check shit which I have concocted then you can jock it

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Yeah, time I add flavor, and I'm glad I came
Your is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell to calculate
When it to rhymes I know I'll be great

Inside my when I get it, I won't have to kid it
I'm right around the corner you or you shitted, bricks
I gets my with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya in and out my landscape

I will ban fakes, figures
No for alarm 'cause I'm the nigga
in the wrong place at the wrong time
And catch a pistol whippin' but if you got a bong fine

Nowadays I don't forget is flavor, interlockin'
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask your
How my pager's free of anguish, ya bitch

I never saw you, we all so you small crews gets no attention
I commence to blend, the background
a chameleon, revealin' them
This is how I track traitors and the faders

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I'm comin' phat, so don't dude
I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll make ya
Bow when I real styles

we wreck the cute scene rappin', adaptin'
'Cause the sacs spend his lifetime, tryin' to mine
It's quite funny word to the money that they say we
My crew's judicial, superficial

Need I say more, niggaz get
Now got me leavin bodies on the floor like homeless
I slice spleen, I'm twice as mean
Your dome is disconnected, we wreck

don't know how to flow
That me, and keeps me bustin'
I must clean the hip-hop
I'm aware, no one can compare so I

To a nigga who can flow better, you no better
Hieroglyphics runnin' from here till after forever
So MC's take shorts because John knows who's it on