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 hula
And her as I went in her
Ahe's hot like diner, she like a tenor
Then again I know, yo

What is the subject the way that Pep Love
Mics and throw and lefts don't move or budge yet
'Cause Hieroglyphics in the house
I rips descriptions of duckin' out

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

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

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Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm glad I
style is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes I know be great

Inside my ride when I get it, I have to kid it
I'm right around the you mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya in and out through my

I ban fakes, phony figures
No need for 'cause I'm the nigga
You're in the wrong place at the wrong
And you'll catch a pistol whippin' but if you got a fine

Nowadays I forget what is flavor, interlockin'
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the G, ask your agency
How my pager's free of anguish, ya strange

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

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I'm comin' phat, so mistake dude
I gate crews drop that shit kid I'll ya kneel
Bow when I real styles

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

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

don't know how to flow
That disgusts me, and me bustin'
I must clean the scene
I'm aware, no one can compare so I

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