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

Yeah you listenin' to the sounds, of the one, X, the man
I'ma show you how to get
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 rhyme style is over
In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger

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

I a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck like Rock 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 soft as
Perpetratin' wild you're comin' from no hood

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

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

Yo black, go back, step back, wack
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, step back, wack

Check it one two, you don't 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 they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back
Bustin' stupid on you clowns with the maps out
You say you good the mic, man I wonder why
You think I'm But y'all was gone beddy-bye

on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
Everywhere I go hoe, never I walk
You you fly and don't try, yo lick 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 Tuesday Wednesday Friday whole week out
Check it, it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go

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

I know my tongue is long just a lizard
Can you the mic respect the funk wizard
I you breakin' 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, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're

Third rhyme, see who rock and 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 it, got the target on your anus
preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your to be
I you cry kid, cover your 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 when I'm throwin' you off the
jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see these suckers better find another game
I never heard of you What's your name man?
Don't try to come back, we cut your bald B
Jump on my tip, when you're a fall G

You see the style is mine, but can the X
I make fans get wild, and boo your next show
Kick it when I 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 I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a 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, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're