Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your with rap aerosol
Organized lectures in can control

Or level the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
I'm too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically
M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser

Downtown graffiti deface a debaser
Open up eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand

Searching for my style Job-Corps
Coming home on release shoplifting at the rap store
But me ain't easy
I'm crooked like Nathan starring as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get robbed DeNiro
A still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a sample of the abstract
When the rhyme crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act

shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs crazy wack
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get dollars on cause it's on like that

Here's what I you to do
Niggas with the green Axe and burgundy
Inhuman like Runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just to the drummer

blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity skills is microscopic

Peace to my and my nigga El-P
Who's here to it causing all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro fifty lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian 'cause I'm crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of space
Spitting buckshots till black surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got your in an urn
Big up, the temperamental none barred kid
What's your Tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma it back rusty

Flesh and phonics, god damned right
I'm on 'em like aorta hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free jubilee, look at me
The witness to the you wanna be

DBA lyrical P known as a simp and I'm a
Feeding on fats and dipped
In and out of my invisible
rep tyrannical

Wrecks techs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an
a head up
What bitch boxing shadows

Look out my way you pull breath out to battle
Breaking your helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out vinyl
El-P the third gunner on the grassy

Stroll, keep the seventh of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot sprockets, motherfuck the Houston Rockets
I'm so of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Ingalls only when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip toeing on a to Heaven
Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's
I'm of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus off stinkers

8 steps to
The sum of each forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get

8 steps to
The sum of part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get

The holy terror, moves you never won't win
taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme
I rate one like a Chinese, like a chin

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's that's so
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em
the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to know, never do I use it

Strictly the for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep Cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to emcees
Mr. Madman lyrics like magnets

They fuck up speaking cavernous I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, go Bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't or try to compute the math
To kick any sport like the vandal

I manhandle, emcees get like Tennessee
Or trapped in the with the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, 'The of Pelham'
Eastwick underground New be the dwelling

I telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a