Luyện nghe bài hát Come On Down

{Look man! botherin' me G
I got shit to do now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm
Word up I got shit to do you test tube

Check one two, one two
De La Soul, is now on the map
Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now on the map
Yo one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we goin' nowhere
Old school is here to boy

On the outskirts, of what
those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the
Not part of my ways, but right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the
The current, the ones who
Pressed, to confess lies over hot
To sell to all who wanna hear
(Young Guns days got fireproof eardrums)

They don't a shit who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy and be the king
But once crowned, the same pull you down
(And what makes the go 'round)
And I be the world renowned why
Wonderin' why you can't me?
Is it because I'm the main
And y'all just Titos and Yes it is
Bless the kid who his own head and expect to last

At the same time, I want and cash
And a few paragraphs in them
Tellin' you how us native made hits with no hooks
in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy, just settin' it
Instead of zig-zaggin', got a degree in
My daughter I'm a teen, 'cause like a teen
My pants saggin' and I walk with a bop
The sex of my time, I walked from my pop
No longer on timey and was never on
But cooked rhymes that the chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to on your show
And still anything goes it comes to hoes because

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New
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L A
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Long
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V A
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Make you shake like, sunshine, shoe was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers and to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground or
Some kids'll come stomp in sandbox
hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no
No your seed of Ma Dukes
I puke and you laugh, take a sniff
Of these fricaseed raps on riffs
See last night's change was today's doe
No time for your so roll money
No more whack with two joints
No ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G, 'cause I'm sick of hip-hop!)

Your flows bore seashores with no bitches
niggaz will receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field, keep the game real
Simple, see the God healthy
Wealth in the mind is like in the bank
Exchange like thoughts in conversation
you for your purchases, we doe out
And roll out the Kool-Aid, come and crop to see us strut

really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus
The Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush
We dolly dolly babies we shootin' cats
'Back to the future' rap with Doc Brown it
And pantyhose your whole style and start it
You dudes fiddle while we stay on the
The mush in your room son, we stay
Can't settle for the same picket white
I got of barbed wire in front of factories pa
Still push the truck with the pa
I'm bound to the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout

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U K
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C'mon

New
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Rock
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Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La
Act bold, and we knock you up in the hole
You know what I'm sayin' six deep
That's the way that we keep,
You know what I'm sayin' operation tech sensation in the
to take it to Penn station, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah, ah ha ha ha
Long Island one is, that's we is man
De la soul, you it again
De la soul, you done it
De la soul, you it again
Flav, de la soul, you done it again

{Persue my strategy , when it comes down to my work
I mean it's simple, just be the best, you what I'm sayin'?
To be the best, the first, the one in the game
That's is do it for years and years man
It's like, you know, how you say
That I out at the top of the game?
The top of the niggas, is the one that's producing
out their career}