Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

I get in and do my physical fitness
Your numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, 'em up
Pick 'em up pimple head, 'em up picky

I roll wit globs and I come real
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm out like beers
Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds

I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like you duds
Coming out the wack, wicky, wick able wack
jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk to master, blaster

Kicking up in a brainstorm,
Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap
Rap class, I'm here to and to pass
To continue, the more, hype tip

I roll and rock, rock and
and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, confusion
at the lights, what a night on the town

I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast

Now I'm back to funk, the funk
Hype the funk, the funk and all that junk
I get on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a boy and a girl

Poppa looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write learn to talk, learn to
And watch your step though, I'm hype and though

Kleptomaniac, my is psycho
A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy
a rag top, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the

The is gain type, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, me the deuce
I'm pouring L.A. hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I rhyme like them

On and on, on and on, on and on until the break of
I go overtime, the mic in nighttime
Daytime, off to Prime time
Specifically, back in the west time

Rock the funk wit the mic in the east
Hype and dope, the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I ain't
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to

Rhyme to ill, to romp
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to
Rhyme to anything toy boy
On the

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast

You're dripping sweaty, coming on your neck
As I flow and grow from to toe
Seeking a style like McEnroe
Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic

Like and Michael coming out wit a big band
The is loud, you can pay as the manager
Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and ya
Boom, taking life more

I may sound and very mysterious
Rhymes are tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how I begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the and shadows

You're in living hell, the funk, pound to
The ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm out in sighting
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that

and not irregular in fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be wit the
Beat as it goes to the that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your

That's a bad habit, stepping out on one
the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my range is
My lyrical burns, your brain's on

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast

I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast
I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big on the East coast
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the coast