Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

Bobbito's in the
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real
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 with

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

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

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

I make go, "Hey hoe, hey hoe"
Look at me now, Hey Joe
You say you bad but good, but soft as
Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' no hood

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

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

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

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

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

Rappers on my D-head, to stick in New York
I go hoe, never ridin' I walk
You you fly and don't 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 Thursday Friday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, slow
The same way you blow up, I make a go down

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

I know my tongue is long like a lizard
Can you the mic respect the funk wizard
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, 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, you're

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

Never 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 place to be
I make you cry kid, cover face to me

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

I see these suckers better find another game
I never of you stupid What's your name man?
Don't try to come back, we cut your bald B
Jump on my tip, when you're takin' a G

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

I give you more than some comp, I you no SLACK
People know I wreck, did kid get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a 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, wack
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, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're