Luyện nghe bài hát I Told You So

[Chorus: + (Chino XL)]
Girl a fly nigga (I told you so)
Daddy come up with the rhyme (Yo, I told you so)
Lyrically he crucifies (Yo, I told you so)
Chino's here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, it out)
Girl that's a fly (Yeah, I told you so)
Daddy come up with the rhyme (Yo, I told you so)
he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so)
here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)

XL]
Multiplicty, out huntin my
Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy
My style pendergrass never touched the ground
My IQ so it ain't no number it's a sound
I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest nigga to
I'll leave brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
I'm so rare, battlin like Africa:
Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't really wanna go
I'm hooked in leather, never
Create more tracks than and Monica's weaves put together
This to whoever if you rhyme like a of mine
You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in water supply
With a war to survive I slaughter and
Creating a guy be forced and falsified
And duplicated and
I autograph a bra, menage-a-trois
I dont want no men in shit, let's a women-age-a-trois

Chorus (w/ variations)

XL]
On everything I love, I attack rap genres..
Fatter than Khan was
XL verbal medicine sealed for tamperin
Consider me the Master P of God Kirk Frank-lin
Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn skin
Blast for laughs at actions
Skill is a blessin you cowards could only
You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man RuPaul
Run through y'all leave y'all stiffer Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Don and King and..
.. end up fucked like Ving Rhames in "Pulp Fiction"
My rhymes hot they just might trigger the system
Like that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin
Now you gonna listen?! Or do I have to remind
I'll punch a through your chest
and give a to the man behind you
Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented
I rhyme til a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter
sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one
There's so gay rappers
they probably me cause I'm the straight one
Plus can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair
With Nick Cage in an airplane hoes couldn't +Con Air+

(w/ slight variations)

XL]
Yo, yo, you wanna up? Now that takes bravery
I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed durin slavery
I detonate crazily, a bomb, military disable me
So loose in the cypher I got ashamed of me
Fuck who you proclaim to be, reconsider
Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino a big nigga"
I died a thousand deaths to possess skills as this
With delivery like where Arabs in-tents/intense
Sliding in events riding of limos with tints
rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince
Better run for the fence, click clack on all you
I shoot blindly I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats
(Shit) The is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids
Like Jesus in the army but I my stripes like zebras
Without the H.I.V. I'm you don't wanna test
I leave rappers confused like homeless cats on house

til fade