Luyện nghe bài hát Go Ahead Den

Alright, yo, I'm
I'ma kill it, I'ma it
Here we go, we go, yo

My is like a cock block for your whole label street team
My verse is like a for your marketing scheme
My steez, nigga, please, put the mic down
Talk about your when you embarrassing your town

around with the Gay Pride parade crown
Silicone raps that pink gown
Posing as a when you living as a clown
Entertaining too deaf to hear the sound

You are a has rapper, talking 'bout your style's nice
Saying, I'm independent now, looking for a new
A weak DJ, off of 80's fame
Guess in the basement, living off of Tigga's name

My name's Kardinal, the mic dark figure
Diploma type thoughts up with street niggas
Living underground trying to the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell and got no aim to shoot

No patience for the weed, not quick to thief
Can't pimp, don't like fur or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass
I might smile up in face and then jack your SP

Yo, I'm ill to the 7th
T-dot represent, ya me?
(Go den)
Yo, I'm the rapper dapper with flows
You don't how a fire starter go
(Go den)

Yo, two, chart off in the sky
A make way when I'm stepping in the
(Go den)
Yo, eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two
have seen me, ya not seen
(Go den)

Yo, my rhymes are FedEx in latex delivered to your Jubby
My charms tribes quest for hot sex, no bust for the next can
See when the I drop, the saying, 'what?'
And the are saying wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm dripping in 'nuff girls and missing we trying to say
But talking about a revolution, end up talking the day
When they can feel a rapper's privates, I'm looking for your
But I'm all your titties and a big round behind

Oh, damn girl, you make think selling out
But oops, your weave fell out

I am straight from the that first brought you Vince Carter
The story of Hurricane and imported sugar
And pop coming at you three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo, bother to hail it up

In the streets we meet 'cause you might get beat
And find head caught between timbos and concrete
And that's real, a lot of ignorant around the way
Ain't trying to bend over to the of the day

But do to do, ayyo, who am I to say?
I just want your sales anyway
You see me

Someone kill to try and up
With the that I say, I'm a bad mother, yo
(Go den)
I'm too fresh Guess-V in a special way
Special way but
(Go den)

Yo, yo, I'm kick one
one for the mic
Know I'm saying?

Yo, I'm rolling my hood system waking up the neighbors
Hell yeah, I know wrong but I gotta pump my song
Heavier rotation than and Thong Song
I'm the combination of Einstein and Long Dong Silver

Up in one, real raps for fun
I'm the anti-Babylon, rapping shogun
I try not to until I'm sure she cum
If I get a itch, I check out the whole [Incomprehensible]

My tongue is an instant check for 7-0's
Write about this, rhyme something the hoes
I try to uplift but not too serious yet
Because too to say makes the Negro's a threat

So we talk about sex and the drug game
though we know it's wrong, we just trying to make a name
Cha, I'm trying to get my out the ghetto
And you too if you could flow, stupid

I'm ill to the 7th
represent, ya hearing me
(Go den)
Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper with
You don't know how a fire go
(Go den)

Yo, lick two, off in the sky
A way when I'm stepping in the room
(Go den)
Yo eff rappers, I'm the thing on two feet
Y'all have me? Ya not seen
(Go den)

DJ