Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too overnight 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 just do, by terminatin' you

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

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

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

Hot, wild, raw, whores' still
Check out this style that
simulated, sounds from a stocky
Semi social, never sloppy

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

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 your 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, fuck 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 needs? how blistery?

You ready for the Freddy of rap
You kill 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 shit right away

I ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a sure you can fly, just jump slut
You you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin' fight

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

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

extended version, the side you can't fuck with
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 chances are sky

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

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

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

Eat your big beef, 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 I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give

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