Luyện nghe bài hát Get Loose

Yeah, haha. Chris Webby. Yeah.
on the beat.
I get loose,
I get loose.
You know what I
I'm good,
good.
Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.

It's human dictionary,
always rapping A to Z.
Never smart to play me
The is never rated G.
My style is
So nobody can me.
Get loose a bottle of goose,
Rollin' an of weed.

to me,
Then I'm for war.
'Cause I'm a
So you know I'm to carry a sword.
In the lead,
So my stare at the score.
While I'll be gettin' high like
And Ford.

Immature,
Yeah,
But I spit heat.
Molten off the top,
Baby, peak.
I tighten up my sneaks,
And I that beat.
Bill the
Don't even if you want that beef.

I get loose like the of my jeans.
So when I rap.
Can't tell what a lot of it means.
But I be to the top
By any means.
With that audio rock
I got for the fiend.

I get loose,
In the
And I'm at it again.
So get ready for the
Baby your friends.
that foul mouth white boy
Back to
that I can.
Where's my pad and a
I get
With the
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I rep it for sure.
Anybody and everybody can
my turn.
So I'm a show these people why
The in the burbs.

I roll the like Jumanji,
No Williams,
But have a pack of animals
Stampeding through lobby.
I'm the son of Zeus,
Webby it godly.
I'm a fella,
the roll of Tommy.

With a couple of
In my
And a
be wallin' out of control.
I fuckin' dare you to me.

I'm
Than origami.
fists,
I'm the of Gandhi.
be wack,
I'm of the pack,
I'm tracks.
Etc, you in the ring,
I'm you back.

You'll be lucky if you
your head attached.
When I attack the nervous
these venemous tracks.
Stay with the laces on my boots,
proof,
That ain't dead,
It to something new.
So call the
And bring out the tanks.
'Cause all she wrote
Diary of Frank.

I get loose,
In the
And I'm at it again.
So get for the show
Baby gather friends.
that foul mouth white boy
Back to
Everybody I can.
Where's my pad and a
I get
With the
air to my words.
CT on my back,
And I'm for sure.
Anybody and can tell
my turn.
So I'm a show people why Webby's
The in the burbs.
Yeah.