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 flower you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on eyes 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 right way, not the way
me when I do this, pay attention

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

I come in your show like David Berkowitz
Make you you swimmin' like that 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 man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in 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 soft as
Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' from no

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

You me, I know you, you droppin' 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 girl
You go off and think, 'cause I'm your father

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

Check it one two, you wanna step to
Crazy psycho patient the Bronx, comin' at you
I get hyper and deep, freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, like Rhythm X

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

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

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

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

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

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and the rumors
You rappers been played like suede Puma's, yo 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 your
preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your to be
I make you cry kid, your face to me

I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti
My job is easy 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 plan
I never heard of you stupid What's your name
Don't try to come back, we cut your bald B
on my tip, when you're takin' 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 I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no

I give you more than some comp, I give you no
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, you're
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, wack