Luyện nghe bài hát Quit While You're Ahead

You quit while you're ahead
Ah what I said, or you're better off dead
Hey eh, you better quit while you're

1: Choclair]
I ya (yeah)
I did (I did, I did)
Now, a lot of MC's with no knees
They persistent with with me
I'm just that real back, chill bat, smokin them trees
But yo I into some African bees (if you're fuckin with me)
I'm unmatched, unpassed, way back
Up upon blocks, rockin MCM hats
Just spittin at these people I'm swingin a bat
At Scarborough Village, where the was at
(You quit while you're)
All them in them pum pum shorts, where they wanted it fat (yes)
Yo, I braggin, I'm just spittin the facts
No (naw), no grippin on my balls for charm
A Big Mac with no lettuce and
Now my collar bone is filled with and got stripes down the arm
Got Class in the cut, the pin out the bomb, brother
Yo, so let horns blow (yeah)
We're reppin this because you all asked for it, so yo

[Chorus x2: w/ ad

[talking behind Choclair]
I ya
I ya

[Verse 2:
I goin nowhere, I got my people in here
We still got it after all the smoke
Now speakin mathematically, there's no comparin to my
Tryin to measure up, I the flattery
But of these rappers are half of a beat backwards
Claimin they on point man, ch-check the first
I've 12 albums with at least 12 songs in the last 12 years
Do the math there
That's 144, on a one a average
And that don't even count what I produced for rappers
(You better quit you're)
Done 5 tours, with 20 or more
And only dating back to 2004
Let's not the other years that don't apply to
Now name another rapper tourin Canada I do
I know I am, on the top of
And I know I have, accomplices
If the add up you can't get rid of me
So kid, your past or your future will be history

[Chorus: w/ ad

[Verse 3:
The Maes, the Maes is smooth and here to you when
MC's lose, he improvin
'Cause he keeps comin back with more and more
(Ahh shit), suckers better
When you touch my first record, we can talk
Start prayin, fastin, then we can walk
I'm makin movies now, while still runnin their lips
Get off my dick, I'm tryin to my script
(You better quit you're)
I got callin 'cause I'm influential
Beat want my voice on their instrumentals
Rappers makin mixtapes, then they get out of
Except I've never seen a record yet do better mine
just keep recyclin, not excitin
Never the less I just put it to rest 'cause Wes keeps them
'Stro fans how he's gonna flow next
But all you gotta is that he so Fresh Wes
(Godfather, God bless), still I the flame
rapper from Toronto on the Walk Of Fame
Now who you Toronto trusts more - me or you?
Who you think Toronto loves more - me or
Son I'm not to say that I'm better than y'all
I'm just on level than y'all, so just move

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[Verse 4: Moka (Classified)]
Man can't talk about stats without puttin your boy Moka in
(Yo, why I got at you man, let 'em know)
You see my braggin rights could be on the longest list
The most rapper in the world that fits
In my palm like this, my is ubiquitous
36 albums underneath my
I whip 'em off like they biscuits bitch
And ain't many that can deal with the heat that's
Rappers on the thing underneath my and belt
I said (you better quit while ahead)
Mok a kept on the keep on
You can't sleep on, so get gone and go get my coffee
The on my toblerone, the bone her
stat on your cold toner
I've got the and the platinum plaques back at home
7 MMVAs, I can my own
A known felon when it come to the microphone
Choclair, Class, and Moka Only, let's go

[talking behind the Chorus: Moka
Man we got
Comin at ya like some bats
You flat, fall back nigga