Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now
My man's right behind you, Kane the trigger
I play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a

So bring your or you can think twice
'Cause I got more than a five pound bag of rice
I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm rock it
the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket

I cut hand, you still get no cards
You deal with Scoob if we was playin' cards
But if I got and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad to bed
So up and skedaddle

if you join a army, you still couldn't battle
So where you from? England, you somebody
You Scoob, "I don't think so mate"
I got the style that gets you open a bag of smoke

I have friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone I'm rocking on the microphone
and play like E.T. and your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya and prove

Hey, I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe
I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back
I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to
how you got dope Sauce, money you didn't do it

I write my own with hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, you dig a nigga doe
too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic
N.B.A. style,
No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write

'Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my
Who could say that I don't get plenty play
Win or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway
As I get I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie

If I was Fred, I I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, I'm duckin', nay
no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get

Try to get past I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line and fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap
So Shyheim, if down with the groove
Get on the mic it's to show and prove

Yo, yo, I spark the mic weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here kid
And make mad like a Metallica record

I'm psycho, a to the styles I be killin'
When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, bust ya
Like a crazy man Cali son

My be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in effin'
The Rugged Child locks you down Rikers Isle
And got more girls a Trailerload with Shabba

More Super Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya and prove

Now tell me whoooo is the
the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand
And steppin' to me, I can be touched? Huh
Not even Jordan'll gamble that much, yo

I get down on it and give it to
even act like they want it
I come for your kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit

Ahh yeah, that's that
Drop lyrics on ya, as ammonia
That is I thrown ya, scold ya, ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya

Look inside my rap book at text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the
The Messiah feared great, leavin' rappers in a weird state
Scared straight, for their fate

Strong as an elephant, intelligent, and elegant
So well in it with every element
And gets none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you couldn't give me no run

I see the way you're to get to me
But with with speech impediment, man you gotta come G
You're hitting all the wrong switches troop again
Mumble mouth couldn't last a minute with

The non-resistable,
No no I'm not I'm the best
I'm just sayin I'm incredible!
And let's just one more thing understood

That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my
Get on the mic it's time to and prove

Uh, one checkin' it two, it three
out the J, check out the A
Check out the Y, out the Z, Hey G!
I'm MC's up like EPMD
And nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me

I'm with styles, ta-dow
I've in it runnin' a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal
Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you can't fuck with
The, incredible of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid
And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' jigga

I'm like Prince jeans, I the ass out a nigga
When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't it
Till you try it, once you start, you can't it
I'm the breed, I'm dope like poppy seed

I live one rent besides that be
get off my dick and stop jockin' me
When I a rhyme you're diggin' the sound
I you lovin' the way it's, goin' down baby
So huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya
Get on the mic and and prove

Come on, Wu-Tang killa on a swarm
on your college ass, disco dorm
Slippery when wet and you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the outfit

Because the way that I this style mad wild
Enough to a crowd of women scream "Ow!"
Whether at a party or in bed
All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your

Yuh, my beats are funky and my are spunky
Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn the recipe?"
I don't know, I ask my she don't know
she says "Go ask you father!"
It's all about me in the to be

Niggas thing all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad and it's a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna claim the
Of Ason, who carries on like a
Yo fly right danger