Luyện nghe bài hát Who's It On

My be Pep Love
the loop, I scoop, and do a flip
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hoop
And her as I went in her
Ahe's hot like diner, she sounds a tenor
Then again I know, yo

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

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

Never stallin', as as we fill in the scene
I bet ya that I wet ya MC's like a
Bringin' a pow pow shootin up like in the veins
But now, now I'd rather have in the brain
Who's the pimp? The nigga profits when I rock shit I spin
Check this shit 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 and tell minds to calculate
When it comes to rhymes I I'll be great

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

I ban fakes, phony figures
No need for 'cause I'm the nigga
You're in the wrong at the wrong time
And catch a pistol whippin' 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 your
How my pager's of anguish, ya strange bitch

I never saw you, we all crew so you small gets no attention
I commence to blend, within the
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 that shit kid I'll make ya kneel
Bow when I reveal styles

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

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

Niggaz don't how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me
I must clean the scene
I'm aware, no one can so I fiend

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