Luyện nghe bài hát Down The Line

Okay, okay, okay,
Attention to the whole
Scoob lover, lover, I don't need your dancin
cee I don't need you on the turntables
Ant live I don't need you the dough
And daddy since you my brother
Get yo' ass on in
Cause we gettin ready to take things down the
we go one time

Prepare for mc terror
And make the error of tryin to come near a
Rapper so smooth and swift the gift of gab
To grab the mic, cause I'm like
Vincent price, but you been so nice
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from
Kickin ass in every committee, city to
both shoes are city
The regulator innovator dominator of data
an imitator assassinator
Lyrics don't a too don sweet
as concrete, and always on beat
Steppin to this, not allowed
You frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd
the microphone real proud
But your are so booty you should write em on white cloud
So up down the line, scrap lover

[scrap
Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's
But I prefer peace, so the road'll get rough
A toy mc, the heart to pull a bluff and
There's no laughter, the one that I'm after
Is smashed, for that reason you to
Make sure each and lyric is harmless
Cause if not, you won't be to calm this
Brother from brooklyn, made to fit a
And prepared for the unexpected, to a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in troop
And if you got a sister, then make it a double
The s the c, the r-a-p
Stands for me, I'm the
Only mc with an rap style
You disagree, you get put on the scrap
So off the set, with george and jet-son
You never a dancer who rapped well you met one
Now spin the wheel of or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like pat and don't sa-jak
Or get ate oats and barley
Save your sweat for keith, and the for charlie
So next up, down the line, scoob lover

[scoob
Yo, the mine
It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, b y'all
God damn it's me y'all
Jump back, myself, I'm so fly
Sip a or two, cause yo, I don't get high
I might hi..
.. at a pretty young that walk by
But yo, you all that, you stop?
A-with the weave in head like a mop?
You must know karate, your face look chopped
Now to the subject of the matter
I eat a lot of food, but I get fatter
Let me see I'm slim, my hair is well
And when I'm low-key I throw on a
But I'm not conceited, hangin out I need it
For when trouble then I never have to meet it
I'm intellectually spoken, I'm not
are you, smokin?
You be hopin wishin and
To be like scoob but are you sayin?
Well it style, charisma, class
up on the lover, and I bust your ass
So next up, movin the line
cee

[mister
Yo, the mine
Mission, to make dj's the wrath
So here's a paragraph, on behalf
Of the ruler, dictator, dj
a massacre, you couldn't last through a
Round of combat, where my left at
My mouth with the mic in my hand, when I
I shake and bake or fake a
Take em and em ache and flake, I break like an earthquake
When I erupt, I corrupt, to be blunt
I'ma tear up
So next up goin down the
The little daddy

[little shane]
The mic is all
Mc's crawl by when see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, small fry
The little d-a y
The s-h-a-n-e, yes me
You better there's no comp and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, then it's
I'm no joke, the wrong one to
One false and kerrrrrr-roak!
So take it easy and on greasy
Cause I'm more rougher hair when it's peasy
I'm more than steak when it's raw
So keep that in mind, mon cherie
Cause I'm a lover you find young
And brooklyn new york, is I'm from
So keep it on and you don't
supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up the line, ant live

[ant
Yo, the microphone's
Yeah I took it, I ain't gonna it back
And it's a that I can swing, I'm not a new jack
Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't a peep
Then I put it to
I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the
Not al pacino, I need a scarface
But I know, if some goes down
turn the whole new york into bucktown
A 'face real scar'red, cause I real hard
And I ain't no bodyguard
Walk the streets to new york and stay
All I need is my four-five
And sweet and like a killer beehive
And I can stalk in greene park and survive..
And my is ant live

daddy kane]
Now that's what I'm talkin
That's exactly I'm talkin bout
Put your on it fellas
Anyway you can get to work now
Get back to your God jobs
And we outta here, love and hairgrease