Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

Bobbito's in the
I gotta say one thing, y'all great playin' the real shit
Y'know, all this shit, this flower shit you be hearin
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
Watch me when I do this, pay

it out
Shut up back That picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old is over and your 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 you swimmin' like that homey Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox, an alligator
I chew crew one by one, like a Now or Later

I make a heavy man light, turn a kid white
a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the 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' no hood

I wipe your like doo doo, when I beat ya
Treat ya like an old rhyme in school, teach ya
Like my son, did mother tell you?
Pee pee's on the rise, why the X gotta 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 a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
You go off and think, 'cause 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, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're

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

People know wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black
Bustin' stupid styles on you clowns with the out
You say you with the mic, man I wonder why
You I'm sleepin'? 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 think you fly and don't try, yo lick the B
I ride a to Mars, and go to Venus see

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

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

I my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic respect the wizard
I know you breakin' your neck, to the X stuff
to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough
I at millions of groups and tell em get back

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

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

will I stop it, got the target on your anus
You're style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, ain't your place to be
I you cry kid, cover your face to me

I'm not the one, tale like Patti LaBelle
My job is easy when I'm em down to hell
You know my story I'm throwin' you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the table with 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 your bald B
Jump on my tip, you're takin' a fall G

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

I give you more than some comp, I give you no
People I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in rectum

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