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 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 joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've 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 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 little to the centre of a blowpipe
Don't speak when I am talkin', this is my fuckin'
How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky,
smilin' backstage doin' mother, ugh, doggystyle

Hot, wild, raw, whores' suave
out this style that I've
Soul simulated, sounds from a
Semi social, seem sloppy

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

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

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

Let's giddy up, yep yep, another up
Grab your microphone, battle shown up
Any freestyle I see while I
I dial a new style, tell me 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 ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't kill me, I step into dreams, you feel me
Slicin' your life away, just like I 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 wet shit up in a motherfuckin' water fight

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

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

It's extended version, the side you fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky

would 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 than on my worst day
Takin' competition's what I do in the way

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

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

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

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