Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

Bobbito's in the
I gotta say one thing, y'all been playin' the real 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 with

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

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

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

I make a man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it
I wreck shop like the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother,

I MC's go, "Hey hoe, hey hoe"
at me now, whassup? Hey Joe
You say you bad but good, but as oakwood
Perpetratin' when you're comin' from no hood

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

You know me, I you, you droppin' lyrics
On the record spinnin' that smell like doo doo, yo get back
I rock styles on top, another Funky
I a rhyme so swift, and make your girl 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, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're

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

People know wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black
Bustin' 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 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 ride a to Mars, and go to Venus see

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

I make you quit rap, and try to get Bobby Brown
Slide and glide, Boogie Down James Brown
will I say I, watch me when I do that
When I grab the mic and rock, them say, "Who dat?"

I know my tongue is 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 millions of groups and tell em get

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, back, you're wack

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

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

I see suckers better find another game plan
I never heard of you stupid What's 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 is mine, but can the X flow?
I your fans get wild, and boo your 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 give you no
People know I wreck, did that kid get the
I the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

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