Luyện nghe bài hát Buckingham Palace

Aiyyo I stand the gates of Buckingham Palace
reefer, puffin the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin so high that whenever I shit
it'll land on the of your airplane cockpit
Canibus the hot shit, "Crazy I. Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinkin that they can stop
increase my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and
then you don't need six senses to me punch you in the face
Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe
like 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, 30 second timers
Clear the buildin, evacuate women and
Fuck what you feelin nigga, I came to kill em
shittin, from New York to Great Britain
And when we do we make the Queen pay admission, what!

Canibus (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 next verse is the of death
Me without lyrics is a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are
With more flavor Skittles when 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 like snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes 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 word is Bond like
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; act so chicken
they should come with a drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's
Breakin the +Facts of Life+ like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
with more +Vocab+, than three fuckin
So recognize or be
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm

Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and Henessey
got me to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much energy then my enemies
If I wanna make Bill's then Bellamy
So I be on MTV
with women constantly tellin me I Billy Dee
I make fly to get my name on the scene
when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a automobile
for that thing on 43, in Jet Magazine
is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swingin the guillotine, cause the head is severed
from the human with a sharp enough weapon
the remains conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to you one last message
And when you get to Hell you can tell I said it
Don't ever get it confused, fuckin with
the Rubix Cube like you got somethin to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your
From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits and
You got a album out, you get hit with CD too
outside, cryin, lyin, denyin
that you The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin your with your bitches
I be in the lab composin forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got, Satan on his fingers
Like Diggler, in the middle of +Boogie Nights+
Sniffin white, the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah right
Make sure shit is tight, or I'ma snatch yo' mic, nigga!