Luyện nghe bài hát Blah Blah Blah

Get together now because it's hit time
Your known as the hit
Breaker breakers, makers
They'll make your back crack, liver quiver
For all you cats, we're gonna put more in your hips
More cut in your strut, more in your stride
If you don't dig that you gotta hole in soul
If you don't dig this mess, you to the wrong address
Because singing might be and clear

Ali]
Ayo, the music made 'em back
Fuck that, how y'all gonna come tracks, fat, without lettin Ali touch that?
Gun whack, read his
You're not serious, I got few equals and no (so here he is)
A veteran, an ego reckon
I it up another notch to keep the people guessin
Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put your session
Double for the evening, so you heed the lessons

we go
Lookin at me like they me
Only bout as far as they drunk ass can me
Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no
Never that, we keep it basic breakfast
So taste it, the vitamins are
So tighten up to Sluggo, try to decipher the puzzle
But up though
(Fuck that, sucka back)
I the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame
(We call her back), Ali run that

[Brother
From cats to gods ears
We mind punk bastards and cross hairs
Applying our thug tactics till scared
Don't stop till drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah)

Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's
off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut sack?
You rappers are she-males
From the retail to the e-mail, the feet felt you need help

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Y'all need to watch and and then follow
If we for y'all it's still our show
I hear the bullshit wherever I go
Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

[Brother (Slug)
(Rappers to)
ah yeah get their shits burned
I throw a roll of quarters and and then I get learned
(Yo I don't care were you son, where's your chicks?)
We'll take her out for breakfast if you to let your lips run

Listen, I your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin
On the mic with air tight precision, the in keeping tradition
when you ain't even the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin
Calm down camper, I've got the answers
You fuck exotic dancers
You should a pair of tits and some antlers
It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the you think that amp's for?

Ali]
I write poems, rhymes, write my name in the snow
And I use all of that to bend the frame of your ho
And I should but instead just pay the waiter and go
But if I didn't have a wife, yo, kids'd be albinos
Your respect is a stick in the grass
mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on about it
I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can my ass
your tongue out and write a love song about it

Write that shit inside of your book full of funny scribbles
The love in vomit, the money comes in dribbles
The Minnesota missiles, taught
communication, mutilation, holding pictures of sister naked

[Brother
Ha ha, You to drunk to walk the stairs
And now you're standing here choking on my pubic
Telling me your is if you think the brother cares

If you keep bumping gums we can fucking take it there

(Brother Ali)
Yo Make a room full of rocks stop and do the walk
(Rest those shots from a cop, and ask him your pops)
Who's you daddy, Fuck that, back and act happy
(Sing my chorus before I punch you in the face)

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