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 shit you be hearin
All la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit
I'm not that

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

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

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

I make a heavy man light, a black kid white
Bust a in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Wrecka
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 comin' from no hood

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

You know me, I 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 a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your

Yo black, go back, step back, wack
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

Check it one two, you don't step to
Crazy psycho patient the Bronx, comin' at you
I get hyper and deep, funky flex
my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X

People they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black
stupid 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 stick in New
I go hoe, never ridin' I walk
You think you fly and don't try, yo the penis B
I ride a to Mars, and go to Venus see

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

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

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

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, wack

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

Never will I stop it, got the on your anus
You're preschool style, kindergarten not the 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 like Patti LaBelle
My job is easy when I'm draggin' em to hell
You know my when I'm throwin' you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the table Skippy and Jif

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

You see the style is mine, but can the X
I make your fans get wild, and boo your next
Kick it I feel it, the X style reveal it
try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track

I give you more than some comp, I give you no
know I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your

Yo black, go back, step back, wack
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
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, wack