Luyện nghe bài hát Xzibit - Spit Shine

1
I 'ma clean this whole shit out colonics,
With words put better then Sony Electronics,
King of the jungle, stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim piranhas,
Gasoline the scene, the match,
Inferno, I'm to thorough nigga, so back,
I spit shine, get and rip rhyme
And make my career a incline,
I'm strict knives, straight with razors,
with grenades and great with gauges, (yeah)
Been the world on a million stages,
Watch bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun's before was in fashion,
I out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew before the planes started crashin,
I got lines and nigga's ain't laughin...

I'm gon be here after the die down,
Insomnia style I lie down,
Fight the fight don't need no help,
Keep your hands up yourself,
Move like I move and live long ,
Can't move up if your not strong,
Get your own cause this shit's mine,
Every time I spit, I
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Cock-sucker I preach I practice,
shit up, wrap this, rap shit up,
Still actin up, get in the trunk of an Acura,
Yall suck jail and Dracula,
X up the heat, increase the hatred,
Straight stone face don't fuck gay shit,
So I guess that I cant fuck with you now,
Two down, let off, to new town,
You like Bishop, in Juice now?
Gotta thrower that will burn
Big holes till goose down, (yeah)
Rough sound, strong background,
Bet on black the big boys layin down,
My train of thought is the body,
Any motherfucker with and not get caught,
I was blessed with life but I till death,
I'm a spit till my very breath...
(fuck y'all)

3
Let me get a three second look, I hit a million target,
You came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, (aaaa)
across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons with coke, down a mexican's throat,
You seen a man get smoked? they shit on theyself,
The shake for a second, then it gets dissected,
For evidence of the and the people involved,
Let one nigga talk, everybody caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
If you cant handle the time then the beach,
Might as well your tail and jump the fence,
yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the never ran from it,
I got a guage with buck shots that you stomach,
You a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a you a rap premoter,
over...