Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too many MC's but one
And too wacked who haven't paid dues
You have now the path of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will 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' smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in 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 about me losin' is talk
I ain't no punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare
The reason I you 'pussy' 'cuz you are what you eat, each

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

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

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

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

All that straight faced shit like heart had been thru
Smile and give your face somethin' the 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 microphone, battle time shown up
Any freestyle I see I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh

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

You ain't ready for the of rap
You can't kill me, I step into dreams, you feel me
Slicin' your life away, just I might today
I eat you the psycho way, I'm shit 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 someone might order
You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin' fight

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

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

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

Never would you get the thriller, say y'all sweat
"Y'know that kid Treach, I him out, he was no threat"
you know 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 likely I ya
I bored and ignored ya, then floored ya
The proof is in the footin', my collar ain't
It takes more an axe to tax, bless the children

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 the new game plan

Eat big beef, digest the rest, test
Shit, I was slept yet, 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' other brothers wanna go home and shit
Bite what I might get, 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