Luyện nghe bài hát Rhymin' & Stealin'

Because mutiny on the what we're all about
I'm gonna board your and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his
I'm bad gettin' bolder, cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven
And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the
We got sixteen men on a dead chest
And I shot those suckers and I'll the rest

Most illingest be-boy - I got that
'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and

gold chains, vicking pieces of eight
I got your and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches, and with titties
Housing all girlies from to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.'s a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the
We got maidens and wenches, man on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die we break his face

illingest be-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill and I'm and stealin'

Ali Baba and the forty
Ali Baba and the thieves
Ali and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the thieves
Ali Baba and the forty
Ali Baba and the forty
Ali Baba and the forty
Ali and the forty thieves

Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and
and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not
Never cower, never shower, and I'm stinking
Yo ho ho and a bottom glass
And when my girlie her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing village
We drink and rob and and pillage

Most illingest be-boy, I got that
'Cause I am most ill and I'm and stealin'

been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun
I fought the law and I won
Black Beard's weak, Dick's on the tick
'Cause I out the jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I Betty Crocker
Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker
Rhymin' and in a drunken state
And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's

illingest b-boy, I got that feeling
I am ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most b-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and
Most illingest b-boy, I got feeling
'Cause I am ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most b-boy, I got that feeling
I am ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most b-boy,
I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and
chillingest b-boy,
I am most ill and I'm and stealin'

Most out b-boy, I'm tossin' my dust
finkinest b-boy, I'm doin' that finkin'
Most b-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest b-boy, I think shit

Most rhyminest b-boy, I'll your shit homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy, tax you boy
illingest illingest illingest b-boy
Taxin' all squares, yeah!