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

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

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

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

I make a heavy man light, turn a kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, it tight
I shop like Rock 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' from no

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

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

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, step back, you're

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

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

on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
Everywhere I go hoe, never I walk
You think you fly and don't try, yo the penis B
I a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see

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

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

I know my tongue is long just like a
Can you drop the mic respect the funk
I know you your neck, to hear the X stuff
Back to burn, yo Sam, yo the X rough
I look at millions of and tell em get back

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

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and the rumors
You rappers played like suede 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 will I stop it, got the on your anus
You're preschool style, kindergarten not the 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 like Patti LaBelle
My job is when I'm draggin' em down to hell
You know my story I'm throwin' you off the cliff
Them jelly on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see suckers better find another game plan
I never of you stupid What's your name man?
Don't try to come back, we cut 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 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
know I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in rectum

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