Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too overnight MC's but one
And too many wacked who paid dues
You now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we just do, by terminatin' you

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

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

Look is a closer to the centre of a blowpipe
Don't when I am talkin', this is my fuckin' sho-op
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky,
smilin' backstage doin' mother, ugh, doggystyle

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

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

Set the cassette stereo, diffin'
Stood the Sagittarian, marriage is a system
Smoke the joker, times over
And owe her, go with the or I'm about to yoke a joker

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

Let's giddy up, yep yep, fuck up
Grab microphone, battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see I prowl
I a new style, tell me about ooh chow

Another victory, mystery
I smoke your skull, your brain'll blistery
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, he
Get the he needs? Remember how blistery?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quick to do a hit, for you most I spoiled ya
I bored and ya, then boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footin', my ain't wooden
It takes more an axe to tax, bless the children

Physically, facially, made to be
Crazily paid or G, a fuckin' way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with a plan
This smack then attract the new game plan

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

Makin' other brothers wanna go and write shit
what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
Me here, got, oh, what a dawg
you ain't in amazin'
Want some paper plus a pen and can do
the joker