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

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

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

I come walk in your show like 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, a Now or Later

I a heavy man light, turn a black 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 soft as
Perpetratin' wild when comin' from no hood

I wipe your style doo doo, when I beat ya
Treat ya like an old rhyme in school, teach ya
my son, did your mother tell 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 rock on top, another Funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your smile
You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your

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, back, you're wack

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

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

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

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

I my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic the funk wizard
I know you breakin' your neck, to hear the X
to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough
I look at of groups 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, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're

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

Never will I it, got the target on your anus
preschool style, kindergarten not the same 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 tale like Patti
My job is easy when I'm draggin' em down to
You know my story when I'm throwin' you off the
Them rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see these suckers find another game plan
I never heard of you What's your name 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 your fans get wild, and boo your next show
it when I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no

I give you more than comp, I give you no SLACK
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, you're
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
Yo black, go back, step back, you're