Luyện nghe bài hát Ready to Rock Rough Rhymes

Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one (no diggedy)
For motherfuckin mind
Ready to rock rough rhymes
We're gonna set it off one
Ready to rough rhymes
Here we go, yeah
(Yo p, yo d why them be on your dick, let em know son)

Cos I does a dance, make a little love
I get the fuck tonight
Yo I'm lethal injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry ass up like I'm wessun
So equipped and I don't slip (why? )
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the is on my hip
Just in case niggas flip
I see my niggas in sight, all right
Comin out of fuckin crown
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, boulders
My shit be on point like a
It's the evil men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to
I wet ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the
It's the c-dogg time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru woofer
I got rough but I'm a get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the
I came to get raw plus wicked like the
It's the no-hold-barred, is wild
I got the eye to the l
And I be no rookie or no beginner
I gets than a motherfuckin sinner

Ready to rough rhymes

to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes

Ready to rock rough

Ready to rock rhymes

to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rhymes
the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for head
It's the man that'll make rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst
Up in the booth breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me my skill
It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to
to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union
And to ya fake ass niggas on walkin
A dl year, the e is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never nigga)
comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a
I'm mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped a sale, I never fail
I a track up like the third rail
Fake mc's endangered a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin
I'm and relaxin in the maxin
Your is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (get nigga)

Ready to rock rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I you
Abuse you, my sewer style will you
I got the touch so spark the Dutch
I'm to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a
See ya and too bad I wouldn't be ya
the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a think he got the flow, I sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the of this
Yo boogie show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin like slay
Niggas rave and but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy a taxi
Perhaps we should ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than richie rich and quicker the gat, black
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya
Then I hit you with the for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't ya
Biggity your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
I'm

Ready to rock rough

Son, ha, das, diggy das, diggy das
scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)