Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I like this

(scratched)
I've got a few things I 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 crews got and yelled RAID
Like a couple of roaches, as approaches,
a blow this
ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds these
Run over and I rest in the west
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, running the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack wack clowns
Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap
Springin on the I bowl man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley outgrow when you step
To the black with a fat rap a fat sack
with a bit a funk in my napsack
Take it to the brother land
and I was smotherin' idiots like Tarzan
Givin' back to the brother man and get land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How easy and tight wishin' the depths
up in the sound in the heart of the
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
amount to be smarter than 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 never end,
set a trend with the mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the g
I attack 'em like acne, UGH

(spoken)
Mindless grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, rising up,

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, dank
No telling what is
I hero it, but I sense a jerkin
I proceed to a buster
'cause I trust the finer design in the of the rhyme
Just about to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the the vermin and learnin'
All I know is earned every entry attained
And strained the game, and I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper we're creepin' the we find sleepin'
And just shootin' dead lips on a mission
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way we've been
And thrive in the essence, and its easy
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the lame in this and tryin'
To get you to buy into fantasy world
Can it be damaged the bones
of the fellas and men thats my culture
Can't understand every that you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one hung
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is
The canopy that me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already the wackness
Presented in the jungle
by the brothers stumblin' tumblin' down
Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, all the whole flock
We just one magic stock
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and the whole fuckin while
Not trippin no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
Or over no line at the
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

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

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