Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

Bobbito's in the
I say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real shit
Y'know, all radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, TLC 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 you how to get wreck
The right way, not the way
Watch me I do this, pay attention

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

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

I make a heavy man light, a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it
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 as oakwood
Perpetratin' wild when you're from no hood

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

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

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

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

know they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black
Bustin' stupid styles on you clowns 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, to stick in New York
I go hoe, never ridin' I walk
You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the B
I ride a rhyme to Mars, and go to see

Take you on a trip and make you bug out, out
Monday Tuesday Thursday Friday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, slow
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 James Brown
Never will I say I, watch me when I do
When I grab the mic and rock, 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' 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, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack

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, they're makin' wet
they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet

Never will I stop it, got the target on your
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, fairy tale Patti LaBelle
My job is easy I'm draggin' em down to hell
You know my story when I'm throwin' you off the
Them jelly on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see these suckers better find game plan
I never heard of you stupid What's your man?
try to come back, we cut your hair bald B
Jump on my tip, when you're takin' a G

You see the style is mine, but can the X
I make fans get wild, and boo your next show
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 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, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack