Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New
Everywhere I go hoe, never ridin' I
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 Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, down
The same way you up, I make a rapper go down

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

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

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, you're

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

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

I'm not the one, fairy tale 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 suckers better find another game plan
I never heard of you stupid What's your name
Don't try to come back, we cut your bald B
on my tip, when you're takin' a fall G

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

I give you more than 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, 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

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