Luyện nghe bài hát Show & Prove

Hah hah, hey hey, now nigga
My man's right you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill shit is real
And I'll be on ass like bugs on a windshield

So your grip or you can think twice
I got more rhymes 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 couldn't deal Scoob if we was playin' cards
But if I got beef and it's for code red
My is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up and

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

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

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

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

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

If I was Fred, I I'd have to bone Betty
Suckin' and luckin', hey, I'm duckin', nay
Nada no meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed on and get fast

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

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

I'm psycho, a villain to the I be killin'
I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted
'Cause I the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from son

My jams be packed like a rally, what?
You know my style, I put the F in foul
The Rugged Child locks you down like Isle
And got girls than a Trailerload with Shabba

Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're with the groove my man
Get on the mic and ya show and prove

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

I get on it and give it to rappers
That even act like want it
I come for title kid, run it!
Or else get hit with the ultimate, too skit

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

Look inside my rap at every text my man
And see that I got, more essays than the
The Messiah that's feared great, 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 competition none! Huh
If I was wearing pantyhose you couldn't give me no run

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

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

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

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

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

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

I live one rent from besides be
between get off my dick and jockin' me
When I a rhyme you're diggin' the sound
I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' 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 bees on a swarm
Rain on your college ass, dorm
when wet and don't you ever forget
You couldn't get a flick, of the hype

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

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

thing they all that, yo, that shit is G
Mad game and a motherfucking shame
How many enemies wanna the name
Of Ason, who on like a manager
Yo fly right danger