Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple
sip on it, check it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is better yours
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, they get p's and
No i.d., be his p's and
The late show, they get p's and
Professanots, get they p's and
the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing like ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
Shit be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
a hamburger, i'ma fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you cut the mustard
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not good with names
But I do remember your from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' mo' many mo' flavors
just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin niggaz

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a plateau is fat so
just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm grand a finale
I'm goin back to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches it
dart this is a sickness
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
South side, on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you gotta on and
Ah down south, you rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with them feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, done been through
So much it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill
So I figure like a father... that turn this mutha out
But you ain't hittin in new york
I don't know you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your titties "
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like
Ring the alarm, I got charm like a
Tell me statues had to move they neck to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it don't stop, it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> keith