Luyện nghe bài hát How's That?

Funked out, word is bond, word is
Then you ha
In the mother, in the house
With a dick in your
is bond, word is bond

I a technique goin' way back like Just-Ice
And don't think because I'm nice
I come from the Mothership, to man
With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other

Goddamn, I slam, I jam like
Sure nuff, my rap is Cold Crush
And plus, I the roof off the mothersucker
My brother, fly shit makes Stevie Wonder

Hey, who can it be now out
It's the E live in 3-D Keith and R-E-D
I gets down for my
And I ah, get-it, get-it, get-it like

For those, who believe my skills get these
I got mad expertise, for all you duck
I'm funky G Thing my nigga
I wanna know up in here, before I pull the trigger

Is New up in here? Hell yeah
Is Def up in here? Hell yeah
Is NJ up in here? yeah
The Green Beret's up in here, hell

Verbally, I sew the brains up Trapper
John M.D. got nine millis made of
Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck the
Get Biz like Mark like Maximus

My style than an AIDS victim drinkin' forty-five malt liquors
I roll the up
The underground, slam, shock Shazam
Check my Jams, get Def when I kick Methods Man

Computerized sounds, I drop in sequence
Funky to death, so ask that old bitch where the beef
When I do 'em, I glue 'em, 'em like Patrick Ewing
My shit bumps like Puerto people moved in

Next door, I get raw with the
Call four-one-one I'm Ghetto Red Hot
Bo bo bo, Funk Doctor catch a bruisin'
My style respect fifty Muslims

You hang on strings loose ends
With my hands on the
Watch yo bitch
I get busy mines

How's that? 'Cause I gets with mines
How's 'Cause I gets busy with mines
How's that? 'Cause I gets busy with
How's that? I gets busy with mines
It's Keith

I come rollin' in when I see low flow
Heckuva foe, heard a gun and for a metaphor
I'm between the sleeves of the sheets
Murderin', who should ever try to fuck me

word is bond, gets it on
And ready to any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn
Long Def to the Squad
And we smokin' out there, shit, it ain't that hard

I classic drama microphone embalmer
Have your momma beg bars for your kidneys tomorrow
My apprentice E Dub
hard funk beats that I become part of

When I be A E I O U or battle
Niggaz be like who, who, who, who, who like owls
The beautifullest thing in this world
Is I shitted and y'all was it, dig it