Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

Bobbito's in the
I gotta say one thing, y'all been playin' the real shit
Y'know, all this radio shit, flower shit you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your and all that shit
I'm not that

Yeah you to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X, the man
I'ma show you how to get
The way, not the wrong way
me when I do this, pay attention

it out
Shut up Step back That rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme is over with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a diss

I come walk in your like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin' like that homey Mark
How can you put up a fox, against an
I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or

I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid
Bust a in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop Rock the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother,

I make go, "Hey hoe, hey hoe"
at me now, whassup? Hey Joe
You say you bad but good, but as oakwood
wild when you're comin' from no hood

I wipe your style like doo doo, I beat ya
Treat ya like an old Bible in school, teach ya
Like my son, did your mother tell
Pee pee's on the rise, why the X gotta you?

You me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics
On the record that's spinnin' that like doo doo, yo get back
I rock styles on top, Funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift, and make girl smile
You better go off and think, 'cause I'm father

Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, wack

Check it one two, you wanna step to
psycho patient from the Bronx, comin' at you
I get hyper and deep, freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, flow Rhythm X

People know they wack, in fact, I'm back black
Bustin' styles on you clowns with the maps out
You say you with the mic, man I wonder why
You think I'm sleepin'? But y'all was gone

Rappers on my D-head, quick to in New York
I go hoe, never ridin' I walk
You think you fly and try, yo lick the penis B
I a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see

Take you on a and make you bug out, seek out
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, down
The same way you up, I make a rapper go down

I you quit rap, and try to get with Bobby Brown
Slide and glide, Boogie Down James Brown
Never will I say I, watch me I do that
When I grab the mic and rock, watch say, "Who dat?"

I know my tongue is long just like a
Can you drop the mic respect the funk
I know you breakin' your neck, to the X stuff
to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough
I at millions of groups and tell em get back

Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack

rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
You rappers been like suede Puma's, yo bust it
I a style so rugged, they're makin' [unverified] wet
Change they panties and bras, and make a bet

Never will I stop it, got the on your anus
preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your to be
I make you cry kid, cover face to me

I'm not the one, tale like Patti LaBelle
My job is easy when I'm draggin' em down to
You know my story when I'm you off the cliff
Them rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see these better find another game plan
I never heard of you stupid your name man?
Don't try to come back, we cut your hair B
Jump on my tip, when you're a fall G

You see the is mine, but can the X flow?
I your fans get wild, and boo your next show
Kick it I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no

I give you more some comp, I give you no SLACK
People know I wreck, did that kid get the
I the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, wack

Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're