Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand the gates of Buckingham Palace
Selling reefer, the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high whenever I drop shit
land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can this
I'll my strength, to a super human extent
your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
then you don't need six senses to feel me you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade
Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin
Spittin fire, with for saliva
As drunk as Lady driver wit reporters behind her
in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin like bombs, with 30 second
Clear the buildin, evacuate women and
what you feelin nigga, I came here to kill em
Straight shittin, from New to Great Britain
And when we do shows we make the pay admission, what!

Chorus: (and crowd)

I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!) (BUS!)
Yo, I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (BUS!) (BUS!)

Yo.. yo..
Yo prepare for the
This verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical are Jurassic
With more flavor then Skittles I'm digitally mastered
I go off a cannon and blow up the planet
with "No Fear," like clothes white boys be wearin
I'm tougher than denim, lethal venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, that
There ain't a microphone brave enough to me feedback
I'm strong, my is Bond like James
be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; act so chicken
they come with a large drink and a biscuit
My radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to the Earth in front of Halley's Comet
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ down like Tudy, I'm raw sushi
more +Vocab+, than three fuckin Fugees
So or be hospitalized
lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

Yo, yo, a bit of weed and some Henessey
got me ready to set it with energy
See I need much more then my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I Billy Dee
I fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
Then I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a machine
for that thing on 43, in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, whenever the head is severed
from the human with a sharp enough weapon
the brain conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last
And you get to Hell you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't get it confused, fuckin with Canibus
the Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the thrown at you and your crew
Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods
You got a album out, you get hit your CD too
Runnin outside, cryin, lyin,
that you The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in fitness
Too busy mixin bid'ness with your bitches
While I be in the lab composin forbidden
So wicked I got, Satan ejaculatin on his
Dirk Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, livin the hype, he his life
But I'm a MC of a type, yeah that's right
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma yo' mic, nigga!