Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

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

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

it out
Shut up back That picky-packy-wacky rap
old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, big head, yo it as a bigger diss

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

I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid
a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I shop like 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 soft as
Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' no hood

I wipe your style like doo doo, when I ya
Treat ya like an old Bible rhyme in school, ya
my son, did your mother tell you?
Pee on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?

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

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

Check it one two, you don't wanna to
psycho patient from the Bronx, comin' at you
I get hyper and deep, funky freaky
Bust my style, get wild, flow Rhythm X

People know they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back
Bustin' stupid on you clowns with the maps out
You say you with the mic, man I wonder why
You think I'm But y'all was gone beddy-bye

on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
Everywhere I go hoe, never 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 trip and make you bug out, out
Monday Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out
it, watch it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I a rapper go down

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

I know my tongue is long just a lizard
Can you drop the mic respect the funk
I know you breakin' neck, to hear the X stuff
Back to burn, yo Sam, yo the X rough
I look at of groups and tell em get back

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

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

will I stop it, got the target on your anus
You're style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your to be
I make you cry kid, your face to me

I'm not the one, fairy tale Patti LaBelle
My job is when I'm draggin' em down to hell
You my story when I'm throwin' you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the with Skippy and Jif

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

You see the is mine, but can the X flow?
I make your fans get wild, and boo 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
know I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

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

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