Luyện nghe bài hát Get This Low

[Chorus:
"I'ma get deep like Cousteau"
"Jacques could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA

1]
No to go and I be flowing, try to flow and then before
in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru
On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you
Put all records to the side, and ya face I'm fuckin' breaking
Awaken and await, and take the shit like
I'm with stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We wreckin', what the fuck was you expectin' from a minor
Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next to rap ya
up and down, y'all a sermon and blew it
I niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid
Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something shrimp on the
I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other guard me
that's going thru my hood, like I chew it
Comin' in this other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya
Crucify ya, I rhyme ya, now I'ma fuckin' shoot ya
My bone is as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa

2]
The addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I touch in the attic
The dopest wrote this, when suckas provoke this
Now the time for perpetrators to quote this
Rhyme that I for heads to get loose to
I blow up spots like in a tissue
I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas to
my flow, so now you know --
That I rip up a set, I get mad deep
Don't sleep, or you and ya crew can get beat
As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope
Bitches who front, get like fractions
So ya motherfuckin' flex to vex, whose next in
To recline, and steal my lines, so it
Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm
If you drip or get slipped, I convict like Mason

2X]

3]
Meet ya makers, ya fakers and
I'm greater I do my best work on paper
Mad raps, raps the from the masters
up rappers, and takin' out actors
He can test, skippin' yet, don't pass the
You finished, so save the Die Hard for Bruce Willis
Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope start
Transform with the art, rippin' ya fuckin' mics
This is the rawest of words of you ever
My rap style superb, nursed in the curb
It can't compete with the man I freak it
The crew will get beat quick, so stay in ya bitch
Rhymes I or perfect, and correct lyrically
Too complex, who ya punks to
Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip
A writer's non-stop, and I'ma get --