Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too many MC's but one
And too many wacked who haven't dues
You now entered 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 point you have to ask for your ass
A joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I turned out a shogun

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

is a little closer 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
smilin' backstage doin' mother, ugh, doggystyle

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

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

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

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
needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards

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

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

You ain't for the Freddy of rap
You kill me, I step into your 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 like a 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' fight

All luck y'all, at the props y'all
So proud I'm sure, my encore's
Swingin' a bolo, flow 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 father would've 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' shit dropped

It's extended version, the side you fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the
I'm of Mr. Nice Guy, place 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"
Because you know I'm than that on my worst day
competition's what I do in the worst 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, racially to be
Crazily or G, what a fuckin' way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with a plan
This smack that then attract the new game

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

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