Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

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

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

it out
Shut up Step back 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
Make you think you swimmin' 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, a black kid white
a rhyme 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"
Look at me now, Hey Joe
You say you bad but good, but as oakwood
Perpetratin' wild you're comin' from no hood

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

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

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

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

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

Rappers on my D-head, quick to in New York
I go hoe, never ridin' 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 and make you bug out, seek out
Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out
Check it, it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I make a go down

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

I my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic the funk wizard
I know you your neck, to hear the X stuff
Back to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X
I look at millions of 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 spread the
You been played like suede Puma's, yo bust it
I kick a style so rugged, they're makin' wet
Change they panties and bras, and make a bet

Never will I stop it, got the target on your
You're preschool style, not the same as
I rock, you can't, this your place to be
I make you cry kid, cover your 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 when I'm throwin' 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 hair B
Jump on my tip, when takin' a fall G

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

I give you more some comp, I give 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, 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, back, you're wack