Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who

[Verse 1:
All the fellas go ape shit, when I the boiling heat
Plus I put it down for the ladies like a toilet
I destroy the beat, the one E created
Then we do a high and get inebriated

Big Wax and DFD, that's my abbreviated
These are R bars, all of y'alls are PG rated
high like someone sprinkled us with pixie dust
Catch us at a college town, on a dixie cup

Sick as fuck and is how my vocal flow is
by crazy trains of thought, I got locomotives
I know you that I flow the coldest
me and DFD team we easily steamroll opponents

The soul of and the heart of John Lennon
Just a couple with a flock of blonde women
The Korean James Dean, the Cuban Dean Martin
Any human being starting shit is to be a target

This ain't and Robin
It ain't Dolce and
This ain't and Obama
You should go and ask your for a clue
who
This ain't Sherlock and
OJ and Johnnie
Malone and John
Holla if you got a problem it too
who

[Verse 2:
My verses all proper
Turn the hipster to a Wal-Mart shopper
You ain't fresh, you're from
And the of quitting rapping is one that you need to contemplate

We the place and leave the ceiling collapsing
Any party that we throw you know it's be cracking
All you rappers biting styles and identity
There's like ten of mes and ten of these

I enemies mentally trapped in states of fear and self-loathing
so small they could probably fit in elf clothing
As for me, I'm a man
That'll rock it til the death the Titanic band

Wearing hammer pants you couldn't touch this kind of ruckus
We're the type of mother throwing punches at your function
up these rappers like some double mint gum
Spending at a strip club using government funds

[Verse 3:
With mother fuckers I just don't associate
I mad at 'em I just hope they don't procreate
They gets no love, only
Then like a kobe steak, they get ate

Check the trophy case, you can tell we never
Our videos get box office numbers, you get several
Ebenezer Scrooge money, up the revenue
All we got is headbangers, like them heavy dudes

You need to tell whoever's you up they need to pump the brakes
You couldn't my ad libs in five hundred takes
Don't yourself up, we all make dumb mistakes
You just make more than else fucking makes

The guys that you love to hate, puffing dank, purple
to party hard the night before another working day
The dynamic duo, act like you know
Two mother fuckers numero uno