Luyện nghe bài hát Everyday All Day

This is something that I the flow
Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say know
In fact, detracting that is something I rarely show
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again slow
See yo (Throw it bro) you say
A pertained for niggas who WHO
Who hear that and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue to you
And if you the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh
Dressed to the best to impress but they try take us in
Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be or nicest
ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
Come with the D with the I the S to the S's, see whose hype is
Test the test the to Treach address, the address,
How bless and blow any conflicts
Why to try to chrome, my style is nonsense
M-my ni-ni-nigga so you get out of it
Any and all fall, many are small should call
By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no and can't cope, so no way
This is how we play all day

Yo yo hey yo
Having a round of cadavva, matters is drastically
Never say never whether we come on after thee
Hand to Gee the producer, me is off the claps ya see
That keeps you happily
ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lending
The message I'm sending London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly her
God is good and if ya would, you should
to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leaving em evil and seeing em being a torture with props
I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call
Now let the hard floor break your fall
'cause on the shrift and Naughty waltzing
When we we come full-thrust, the bum rush
Knocking and 'em up inside, they rocking dawn til dusk
I the type to get suit-to-sike
I feel I'm better ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright
Showing time is for clocks, knocking
Pop pop ya try to I make your heart work proper
And that's comin the drifter and if ya
Are-you-IN YA L-I-P, you will
So let the guests pass-ons, be by-gones
is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We this way every single day all day
So way

Was up to all you MC cub
scouts getting rubbed out
I'll kept ya album froze til this came out
Hitting ideas to use, a half of us or two
Snatching and maxing a rap that I'm casting, how you!
How the hell can you what someone else said?
I must get on what I loan, I own on my forehead, huh
But I that, and now ya want to back out
Your had more ins and outs than a crack house
I'm macking 'n rackin 'n capping the acts and I wax em wit-wit a
This scam he owes must judge me rough with a bat
And simply elementary Walton
So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your son
Now let my canine backtrack the
Your night life is up, so what you had, you sound track
What's all seven thousand other rappers, groupie
The cut ya for that movie ain't soothed me
Who said that Treach can't work he don't curse?
Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that it happy
I'm all and never go out the small way
You a lift, we go this way everyday all day

Your tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
You to store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props
You sorry sight, you're a immature ho
Come a lil something, no we're all outta time so
From Chilltown JC to Brooklyn A-D
I'm ripping daily, ni if, and or maybes
At the ? and the A-V, the
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, they be
Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they
Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes on the roll again
Marked the 45, kneels feels the reals
the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals
Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie
Throwing best to me to me
So that sometimes do me
I can't forget the day live, the solo a tongue
Patrol the song, what up to the brothers the (?Natcheo?)
We got the gatch to ya batch to and lock him
But now ??? don't even try to outrun them
The now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (?trueogy?)
The day with double jade is the props see
We got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with and 2PAC
Money be , Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts
And on the tipple several brothers, we
It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker see and Cee
Plus is the voice the flavor unit, all time, all early
It's that girlie, of the head called her Shirley
And poop last but not least, Camille
I feel you the way we come this deep everyday all day

Ya know what I'm saying? We got the newest of the flavor unit
Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this Kay-Gee
We got my girl Nikki-D in the
My man internal All-Star
My man on the sax
We got engineer Andy and assistant Todd
We got Anj-do,
We got the whole entire Street Posse-Rachim,Mook Daddy, Skee Steve
Hammer, Cru-are you, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
We got my Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and

And we here like last year
'cause we come this everyday all day