Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
got a few things I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay
'cause the wrath of the gift be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID
Like a of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a blow this
ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of lame emcees dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and bo bo with the gun
And a in a munch chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over enemies and I rest in the
Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere
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, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, a front
With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the
tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the I bowl man
when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
This shit is the style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley outgrow when you back
To the black with a fat rap a fat sack
with a little bit a in my napsack
it back to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
back to the brother man and get another land,
man it, its Or-land-o
How and tight wishin' into the depths
up in the in the heart of the jungle
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
never amount to be smarter Dumbo
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me round from the start, you crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it that
From the end to the other end never end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you your day job
my competitors never know the touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a beat
Rappers fail to attack me, a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

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

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

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
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 the top we go to the very bottom
Of a myserious -- a very mysterious place
What's that I see?

(Lyrics Born)
I can't describe you, so I ain't even 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 making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's
with the lyrics that kill
No bumper, right? 'cause
I you can make colors rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and
Still take the time big up ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or that you even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home
You can't even back a roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me wreck this
Boy like I got your daddy's hangin' around my waist
And watch me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics Born made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be
"Do you remember me?" No,
And you to play my record on the way to the vapor