Luyện nghe bài hát Poppa Large

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

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

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

up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
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, and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and
Dance and fusion, confusion
at the lights, what a night on the town

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

Now I'm to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the
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, to walk
And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe

Kleptomaniac, my is psycho
A Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo
Sporting a rag top, an El
Step Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards

The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to pull card
or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring L.A. juice hitting the top, the rim
Getting a trim, I never rhyme them

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

Rock the funk wit the mic in the east
and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to

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

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 shot on the East

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

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 serious

I may sound lyrical and very
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to more
A son of Sam, how could I more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and

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

Spectacular and not irregular in you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you be stop wit the
as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw up in your nose

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

I'm Large, big shot on the East coast
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

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