Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too many MC's but one
And too many wacked who haven't paid
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 ass back
A fuckin' smoker, taunted by no one
If I was in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let's up, yep yep, another fuck up
Grab your microphone, time shown up
Any freestyle I see while I
I a new style, tell me about ooh chow

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

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

I treat ya a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
Take you to a [Incomprehensible] sure you can fly, jump slut
You think you might say a rhyme, then might order like
You wet shit up in a motherfuckin' water fight

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

The way you would be gettin' dis jump like a girlie
Is if your father 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' shit dropped

It's extended version, the side you can't fuck
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to the bucket
I'm of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
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' competition's I do in the worst way

to do a hit, for you most likely 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, bless the

Physically, facially, racially to be
Crazily or G, what a fuckin' way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with a plan
This smack 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, what I say, that's what I live
That's what I prove, that's I move, that's what I give

Makin' brothers wanna go home and write shit
Bite I might get, then up and say "I quit"
Me here, got, oh, what a dawg
From you in amazin'
Want paper plus a pen and tongue can do
Yoke the