Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too many MC's but one
And too many wacked who haven't dues
You have now entered the path of the Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by you

I can snap, rap, pack, click, clack, patter, pat, pat
Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass
A fuckin' joker smoker, by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I turned out a shogun

the any and all talk, jokers I can't hawk
And all that I hear about me losin' is small talk
I no punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief
The reason I called you 'pussy' 'cuz you are you eat, each

Look is a little to the centre of a blowpipe
Don't speak when I am talkin', is my fuckin' sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you you be funky, while
You're backstage doin' mother, ugh, doggystyle

Hot, wild, raw, whores' still
Check out this that I've
Soul simulated, from a stocky
Semi social, never seem

See silly slappin' suckers, sorry and slouchers
Straps slammin' stouch, mackin' this mass is
We see so, so songs and shots, so
steppin' separate, start slowly, go solo

Set the cassette stereo, sounds
Stood the Sagittarian, some is a system
the joker, three times over
And owe her, go the flow or I'm about to yoke a joker

All that straight faced shit like heart had been thru
and give your face somethin' the fuck to do
You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly, wrinkled bastard
needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards

Let's giddy up, yep yep, another up
Grab your microphone, time shown up
Any freestyle I see I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh

victory, it's mystery
I smoke your skull, your come blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, he
Get the things he Remember how blistery?

You ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
Slicin' your away, just like I might today
I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin' shit right

I treat ya like a in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a [Incomprehensible] sure you can fly, just jump
You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might like
You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin' water

All luck y'all, at the props y'all
So I'm sure, suck my encore's
Swingin' a bolo, your flow solo
I'll smoke ya, it's time to the joker

The way you would be gettin' dis jump like a girlie
Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out
You ain't got a single drip drop, stripped of hiphop
If I see ya disagreein', you'll be your shit dropped

It's version, the side you can't fuck with
get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my are sky high

Never you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat
"Y'know kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I'm than that on my worst day
Takin' what I do in the worst way

Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I ya
I bored and ignored ya, boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footin', my collar wooden
It takes more an axe to tax, bless the children

Physically, facially, racially to be
paid or G, what a fuckin' way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man a hand plan
This that then attract the new game plan

Eat your big beef, digest the rest,
Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next
That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I
That's I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give

other brothers wanna go home and write shit
Bite I might get, then up and say "I quit"
Me here, got, oh, what a beautiful
From you ain't in
some paper plus a pen and tongue can do
Yoke the