Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Co. Cane Flow

Up in them star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the
Unlike them, we gems
So systematically to pen lines
Without sayin' a producer's name all over the

Yeah, I it, what you need to do is get back
To reading credits, we them
Alphabetically stuck on English shit
Knock it, knock it we pour that
Sure shot Rock Co. Kane flow

From the top of the key, the 3
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie
the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a up

He got jumped, it his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher a bump of raw medicine
To write all long, the hourglass is still slow
from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco

And still owe the bills, pay dues
Slay huge it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose ski a fur collar
charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar, ya heard? Holla

Broad or dude, we food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets seem rude
For fam the partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari or put your kicks up, it's a stick up

Now put your up
These Riddick Bowe cuts, is swoll like flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs that much taller

Ten pounds heavier, one step of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all
Camps and cliques, units, crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave mouth

Doom brung that bum, there that news van again
Act like you like, Toucan Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes worth the weight of they cheap necklace

String 'em up, bring 'em up under junk snack
And get out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all the rules, bro
You slow, you blow the on your fools, his Impulse like Yugo

You go lights, camera, action no makeup
We, De La to the death, or at least until we up
a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the is ours dispersed

They say the good die young, so I some
Bad ass to my to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off bein' hot
It's about if you can handle cold or not

And we was to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since
to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to it

And do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet raised anyway, so amazin' are
The three L.I. brothers a other way of thinkin'
Hey, your lady's winkin', I think you need to control
Or I have to that

The are airborne, I smell the success
Yo, let's cut the shit and get the gingerbread man
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the

Sippin' broads 7 Up, so refreshing
I think I'll pop these verses like first to birthdates
2 1, 1 9, 6 8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too