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 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 fuckin' smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a

Smack the any and all talk, jokers I hawk
And all that shit I about me losin' is small talk
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,

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

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

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

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

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

Let's up, yep yep, another fuck up
your microphone, battle time shown up
Any I see while I prowl
I dial a new style, tell me about ooh

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

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

I treat ya like a 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' water

All luck y'all, look at the props
So proud I'm sure, suck my
Swingin' a bolo, your goes solo
I'll smoke ya, it's time to 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', be gettin' your shit dropped

It's extended version, the side you can't fuck
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your 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 than that on my worst day
Takin' competition's I do in the worst way

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

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

Eat big beef, digest 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 what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I

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