Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My is triple, quadruple, damage for M.C.'s
I 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna lost ?
Rhymes plus Exxon ride brains Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I towns
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust
All you monkeys, donkeys, junkies
I'm strictly T-rex, 'n my rap crunch, see
The jive 'n babble, throw scrabble
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the like Snapple
All you so-called heavy metal cattle
horses got force but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a stunt like October', ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot pulver
The hits, fierce that it is
Check the brothers in the crowd that
Good

Industry to mac, and wanna know me
I kick against control untamed like pony
So holy like tony, attract like Island
My man, don't need no master, flasher
Test a prankster like a Gat much faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch hard
I sport more confidential than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - Glock - on the static
Synthetic - plastic?- you stay ready with the
I a style, freak wants to test it
It's mega fab, makes your hottie cheer
I crush M.C. who oughta be chandelier
And the litter - on the quitter
The survival-rival gets
Much
you get served like stinky cheese
More force than a sexual
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - 'em all in a daze
With the wild funk
grief

One time for your now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Rep now
I write flavor I was Wes Craven
People under my stairs like raven
with beaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some shitty beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The rhyme enforcer, rhythm
I 'spect you to with the force, well of course oh !
give me the lip
Like he thought he could
I on bullshit like my name was clint eastwood
You come with fronts, 'n poses
I you to my jungle
Like my name was 'n roses
I the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down, like me, like Brown
good grief