Luyện nghe bài hát Xzibit - Spit Shine

1
I 'ma this whole shit out like colonics,
words put together better then Sony Electronics,
King of the jungle, stay honest,
Eat with the lions, swim piranhas,
the scene, strike the match,
Inferno, I'm to nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip
And make my take a incline,
I'm with knives, straight with razors,
Good with and great with gauges, (yeah)
around the world on a million stages,
Watch bitch up and go through changes,
I had gun's before was in fashion,
I mashed out before niggas mashin,
I knew terror the planes started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga's laughin...

I'm gon be here after the die down,
Insomnia style I lie down,
Fight the good don't need no help,
Keep your hands up yourself,
Move like I move and live long ,
move up if your heart not strong,
Get own shit cause this shit's mine,
Every time I spit, I
2
Cock-sucker I what I practice,
Back shit up, this, rap shit up,
Still actin up, get found in the of an Acura,
Yall suck jail and Dracula,
X turn up the heat, the hatred,
Straight face don't fuck with gay shit,
So I that means I cant fuck with you now,
Two down, let off, to new town,
You like Bishop, in Juice now?
Gotta flame thrower that will
Big holes till your down, (yeah)
sound, same strong background,
Bet on black the big boys layin down,
My train of thought is the body,
Any motherfucker problems and not get caught,
I was with life but I curse till death,
I'm a spit till my last breath...
(fuck y'all)

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