Luyện nghe bài hát Yoke The Joker

Yoke the
There are too many overnight but one
And too many wacked who haven't paid
You have now entered the path of the Flavor
And we are By Nature, and we will just 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 ass back
A joker 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, I can't hawk
And all shit I hear about me losin' is small talk
I ain't no punk, I'll slot'cha, I don't scare chief
The reason I called you 'pussy' 'cuz you are what you eat,

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

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

See silly suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
Straps slammin' stouch, this mass is savvy
We see so, so songs and shots, so
Snaps 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 with the flow or I'm about to a joker

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

Let's giddy up, yep yep, 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 your skull, your brain'll come
All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, he
Get the things he Remember how blistery?

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

I ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
you to a [Incomprehensible] sure you can fly, just jump slut
You think you might say a rhyme, then might order like
You couldn't wet up in a motherfuckin' water fight

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

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

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

Never would you ever get the thriller, say sweat
"Y'know kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
Because you I'm better 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 and ignored ya, then 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, made to be
Crazily or G, what a fuckin' way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man a hand plan
This smack then attract 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, that's I say, that's what I live
That's what I prove, what I move, that's what I give

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