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 sounds like a
Then again I know, yo

What is the the way that Pep Love check
Mics and throw rights and lefts move or budge yet
'Cause Hieroglyphics in the house
I descriptions of MC's duckin' out

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

stallin', as soon as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya MC's a dream
Bringin' a pow pow shootin up like in the veins
But now, now I'd rather have in the brain
the pimp? The nigga that profits when I rock shit I spin
Check this shit which I have concocted then you can 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 I'll be

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

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

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

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

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I'm comin' phat, so don't mistake
I gate crews drop shit kid I'll make ya kneel
Bow I reveal real styles

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

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

Niggaz don't how to flow
disgusts me, and keeps me bustin'
I clean the hip-hop scene
I'm aware, no one can so I fiend

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