Luyện nghe bài hát Good Grief

My style is triple, quadruple, for M.C.'s
I make 'em 'n puff like mufflers for Meineke
Human exhaust, you wanna g-get ?
plus Exxon ride brains like Alain Prost
M.C. clowns, I blaze
I skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud
All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative
I'm T-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see
The jive 'n babble, throw heavy
Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like
All you so-called heavy metal cattle
horses got force but I simply tame with saddle
Hunt a like 'Red October', ain't crossin' over
Oops ! scud ? patriot makes pulver
The music hits, fierce it is
Check the brothers in the crowd 'hiss'
grief

Industry check to mac, and wanna me
I kick against control like wild pony
So holy like tony, attract like Coney
My style man, don't need no master,
Test a prankster gangster like a Gat faster
Get the band aid, kid crunch hard
I more techniques confidential than Fort Knox
Sort of tool - - automatic on the static
- plastic?- you stay ready with the casket
I throw a style, wants to test it
It's crazy mega fab, makes your cheer
I crush M.C. jaws who oughta be
And drop the - on the quitter
The gets stronger
fitter
Worldwide you get served like stinky
More force than a sexual
So M.C.'s !
Brothers amaze - 'em all in a daze
With the wild blaze
grief

One time for mind now, as I climb now
Step by step now, but Rep now
I write flavor like I was Wes
People my stairs steal like raven
Black beaks wanna croak when spoken to
Some shitty beat, you gotta be jokin' too
The enforcer, rhythm courser
I 'spect you to with the force, well of course oh !
give me the lip
Like he that he could
I on bullshit like my name was clint eastwood
You with fronts, stunts '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 Charlie
good grief