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 for you, do you know?

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

One double to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
and put some real back in the hardcore
What I'm used to hearin', I can't believe gone
But now just a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on

When I come, rappers begin to in degrees
I even make sisters with weak in the knees
So run for lives, Kane with the pen
Is like Freddy with the glove full of

Who wanna test these skills, see how it feels
I pull you one verse, if that kill I got refills
You do me none, kid you gets nothin'
If my rhymes was in braille, you still touch 'em

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

Here's the news, you lettin' the word be misused
You ain't never paid
Be for real, you tough yet
The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin' you a

Your whole is a damn sham
I'm glad in this business I didn't who I am
I remain the Kane inside a battle
Never to walk in shadow

I do my own thing, I do a of my own
And my competition I let it be known
battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
Six million ways to die, 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 wine distillery

So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I
A off the map, with the rap, when I flow
Then hit you with the skill 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 style 'cause that is where I'm from
You want the funk so let me give you

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

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

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

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

The unforgettable, rhymes are too
Keep rappers in order more letters put alphabetical
And I the record consumers don't believe 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 many rappers I burnt, I should a crematorium

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

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

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