Luyện nghe bài hát Mcs Come & Mcs Go

"shaquita your mother's at the door, your mother's at my door
She said you been home at 11:30, she's at my door"

Check it out party people in the house we set the party off right
Right about now, with the underground mc in the game, that's
Right it's knuckles baby, and we came to show you the diverse flow
of what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands
In the air while we it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this

1]
Clap your hands and stomp your
While we rock to the sounds of the beat, the bumpy beat
You never heard me flow this
So I that I would do it just to let you know
I'm still with my m I c
I put the hottest niggas on I c e
I'm down with guru and dj
I'd like to thank y'all both for me here
Now, back to the business while you clappin your
been a while since you've seen a real mc
These niggas me feel thin
With all these gangstas around wit
rockin with the best
I live a hard knock life, I wear a hard knock
Wanna me a hard knock test
I have your little kids
I'm so hard that me
You need a will smith to appreciate life
I'm like eddie in
the bald head boy I want the, the, the mic
Let's it back to union square
Can I grab the mic and mc in
if so let's start class
Pharoah say rub on your bumpy say rub on your ass

Mcs and mcs go
I'm one of the few mcs left with mc
So when mcs come in, mcs
If they can't mc then got to go
Now everybody it up now ho...
Take it deep your body and breathe...
Let it out

2]
Rock y'all I wanna give it to the thugs
So they can bring it inside the and spread it out to everybody
"yo bumpy look" omigod, what is
Got your in your pocket tryin to hide that icy wrist
Now did you think I would miss, all glitter and jewel
When you know I rob a nigga, too well
"it's not bumpy" do tell
I wonder if I stick this knife in yo' ass would they hear you
nice to jack a nigga before you get on stage
And him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit
I'm nice y'all, like and ice ball
Wanna fuck scary spice not once but y'all
I rocked in london and the was yelling
Bumpy knucks is the mc that we be
Hennesey was a drink and it still is
Look it done to arnold and willis
The real gon feel this
My mic is kinda like my vanderblast jag only I this
Now let's take it back to union
Can I grab the mic and make it hot in
Well if so let's make it hot to the y'all, and you don't stop

3]
Keep it on y'all, to the sound
Fuck me baby you can hump me now
All the ladies in the house that's sick and tired of ow
Take just one and ask these rap niggas how
They can get on and rap like that
How you expect to get pussy after the show crap like that
I bring the element, I like an elephant
When selling and jewels was not so relevent
But times are harder than man's chest
Big up my little man big l, in peace he
It's not many niggas spittin it used to be
So i'ma hang around y'all get used to me
All the gangstas in the house with separate crews
When these corporate ass kissers gon accept the
That black people get but the blues
And we lost at the white folks back in the and sixty two
I to school, and I spit at mcs
Until they spin 360 degrees and then they out
Not gas out, and I'm not
While the is still jockin and your head is still boppin
I flinch, fuck you and keep the bed rockin
Jump ass to ass so I know I'm hip hoppin
Now let's take it to union square
Can I grab the mic and mc in
Well if so let's keep it
While the real mcs control of this mic