Luyện nghe bài hát Lyrical Gymnastics

Do you know, what you're goin
Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin
The way I flow for you, do you

Yeah c'mon
Ah baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
Uhh, aw yeah c'mon
Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the

One double nine to the four, gotta em on the floor
and put some lyrics back in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I can't believe it's
But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the is on

When I come, rappers to speak in degrees
I even make with voices weak in the knees
So run for your lives, with the pen
Is like with the glove full of knives

Who test these skills, come see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got
You can't do me none, kid you nothin'
If my rhymes was in braille, you couldn't touch 'em

Man, I'm a bad cat, my of rap is mad fat
And you know, sometimes so sad that
Rappers today be comin' as the gangster type
And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time

Here's the news, you lettin' the word be misused
You never paid dues
Be for real, you tough yet
The razor bumps on your is the only thing makin' you a ruffneck

whole image is a damn sham
I'm in this business I didn't forget who I am
I always the Kane inside a battle
Never to walk in anyone's

I do my own thing, I do a of my own
And with my I let it be known
that battles I don't lose none, boy you get son
Six million to die, choose one

My rap style is like a poisonous
We might as well be havin' sex, the way I put it in em
And do I crush MC's, are you me?
If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole distillery

So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, I blow
A rapper off the map, with the rap, I flow
hit you with the skill that is ill, and I know
That all of is good to go, 'cause yo

That's the way the flavor always
The rhymes they accordin' to the drum
The Brooklyn 'cause that is where I'm from
You want the funk so let me you some

I flip on the flow on the track, just that
Amazin' the people the of the rapppin', is quite fat
I'm lickin' the lyrics and shootin' the gat, on the mic
And is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that

The Smooth Operator is mellow the saxophone
Settin' the tone that make the girls and moan
'Cause all the ladies I'm 'em lots of love
Hittin' skins than a boxing glove, good God

The girls treat me the drummer and give me some
tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones
Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of E
And of you players can control me

You get the chance to see a true man
With skills to pay the bills, to make more than
Taller anybody else's stacks it seem
the Kane get more paper than a fax machine

The unforgettable, rhymes are too
Keep in order more than letters put alphabetical
And I hope the record consumers don't the magazine rumors
Kane is makin' a comeback, like Puma's

I get rough G, and set it on your damn company
And Bogart, my name was Humphrey
When I get through, be no more of them
As rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium

I make mad MC's me my P's
If you try to disrespect, kid you can get
N-U-T's, the U-N-V's
I leave you on your knees, down on your knees

sharp, many ways of art
Source rings the chart, people the God
For kickin' the so fantastic and this one here
We're callin' it Lyrical

Uhh, so baby baby
Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the to the song
Uhh, ah baby c'mon
suki c'mon, and I'm gone