Luyện nghe bài hát Looks Like a Job for...

"this is a world and I'm here.."
-> _it's hard the kane_

[big daddy
Nobody move, get hurt
And I won't have to do work
The minute I come on and take position
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll clingin it
People'll start singin it, oh I'm bringin it
To and to prove to the people
The man really is the king in it
Cause I take the cake like
No, not the one you wanna high post with
it up kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz and yet
The flavor to jam and the land
I flip the script nobody can
It's like they the crowd to get live
And raw from all the who smothered the mic
They're with force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go like neighbors
And if that's too fast, a slower flavor
You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..
No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can
Rip the to shreds
buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper that try to battle will me
You shouldn't me cause you can't impress me
So don't test me, boy, I say you move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people to say I fell off
He went r&b, now his rap is all
But if you say that on stage, prove you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a love
Cause with the street in all battles I'm still
Like a mallet, servin like salad
I'm gonna give you some good advice g
Break out, before there be sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're in the danger zone
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I a rapper so bad that it bruise
Even if you put a on the mic that I use
That won't protect ya, I can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a movie
I'm makin the believe what I'm dishin up
And people that's fans, will be air conditioners
Why gee, I'm the hypest
The power to maintain, and sustain, I'm righteous
In other words, by and degrees
You say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze
A black man, you know I got,
For rockin the and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah sound*
A lot of today, know how to flow
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at your
Aiyyo, I think you let it go!
Cause I go in a rage on
The rap it never til I get my props
And if you know my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah aight then
I'm tryin to my competition the scoop
That I'm breakin down, any soloist or
And even though, some of them try to souped
I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop
And fly away, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that
The one they like to follow, and borrow
Lock into my style, just like a
So you wanna know the meanin of
Looks a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *