Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
are too many overnight MC's but one
And too many wacked who haven't dues
You have now entered the path of the Flavor
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' smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a

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

is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe
Don't speak when I am talkin', this is my 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, still suave
Check out style that I've
simulated, sounds from a stocky
Semi social, seem sloppy

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

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

All that straight faced like your heart had been thru
and give your face somethin' the fuck to do
You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly, faced bastard
Someone 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 I see while I prowl
I a new style, tell me about ooh chow

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

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

I ya like a bitch 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 order like
You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin' water

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

The only way you would be gettin' dis jump like a
Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out
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 you can't fuck with
You'll get the MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your high
Bet on a rhymer, tell my chances 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 better that on my worst day
Takin' competition's what I do in the way

Quick to do a hit, for you most I spoiled ya
I bored and ignored ya, boringly floored ya
The proof is in the footin', my collar ain't
It takes more than an axe to tax, 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
smack that then attract the new game plan

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

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