Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come this

(scratched)
got a few things I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a is nothin but a mere setback
Hear I'm here,
earn wit a clear in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, running the jungle
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm
do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
shit, riff with dipshits
This is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' flows
with a new flow medley outgrow you step back
To the with a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
it back to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid like Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How and tight wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me from the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the other end gonna end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors know the right touch
Have to bail the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail the slack g
I 'em like acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow through
up, rising up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up the deep, dank murkiness
No what is lurking
I it, but will I sense a jerkin
I to bust a buster
'cause I the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
Just impossible to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack
I am because I choose to my ground
FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and
All I know is we've earned every entry
And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the we find sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a
Its missin' the reason the gift we've given the rhythm
'cause just the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when ?the bo?
the lame in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be the ?emina? bones
of the fellas and men thats exploting my
Can't understand every that you touch
was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, of
Gettin out of my way, and I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack
I thought we already established the
Presented in the jungle
by the brothers stumblin' tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I smile and
Silence 'em the lambs, they all the whole flock
We just one stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the fuckin while
Not trippin no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
the camels being loaded up
The men, themselves up
It's a long -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the very
Of a myserious place -- a mysterious place
What's that I see?

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I ain't gon' try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dispute but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can colors rhyme
And the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the time big up little ?egg?, can you
Big up Asia Born, this bottle
Or you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' legs home
You even back a sliver roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me wreck stage
Boy like I got your daddy's style around my waist
And then me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just little rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I thought it was
Lyrics Born that made born, lyrics born
And then I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to play my record on the way to the