Luyện nghe bài hát Stix Stonz

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If you can dig it, deal it, if you can't, just forget it
Cause rocks the party like we
Get loose, get loose, get loose
rock, and show 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: la

I know been a while since the last time
You're heard la pick up the microphone and rhyme
But now I think time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, just max and
Because time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm upset at somebody said
I've heard it through the grapevine it's been
That sunshine, rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that I heard in a long
The be me's that they I sound off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds sweet
So if ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and decided to become
One to take total control of your
or all be bold because it's a sight to behold

Sticks and stones might your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind
no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 2:

Now you can bet that I'm first a watt
Soul son, plug one, I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got on the brain
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act of sane
So homeboys and girls just come me
I'm the fried pipe down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, is not my flow
But I gets mad respect norfolk to glasgow
I run up to court about a minute to the sec
my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers show me the math
And after this give me your autograph

Whipper whip, you can the microphone sing
Walking sporting your diamond ring
All the ladies you as an mc king
So get on the mic and tell 'em it no thing

Verse 3: whip

Well the prince is my title and, I do what I do
When get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it matter to me
the w-h-i-p's got an army
Whipper whip, the whipster, gripster
stand the tipster unless she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on and fountain
is where I used to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind choke horses
No losses and no toy mosses
It's the of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can like a whistle, run far beyond average
Been rapping to the man like savage
You be the judge, come as I slam some
There's invitation to all and then some

Sticks and stones might your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one time!

Verse 4:

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, the ticket to my clock
the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips
>from in the days I used to air it to the hits
Earn the dance and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
And wild was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and checks

Dj mase, since you got the bass, why you hit it, hit it?
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the
Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is it
Tito, it!

5: tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, styles like a token
No singer, but swinging rap like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking like bolo
No kitten, no hitting traps for the sitting
Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming for the human
Being, I'm g-ing, off like
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's
A tv or movie, hit singles often me
Like groove me, they got me like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me I'm ripping
dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad
My son's about 2, and yelling "go dad!"

Sticks and stones might break your bones but blows your mind
no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 6:

I get the honor to rap with some old greats
Caz, whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new
A perfect from the old and new
Superstar, did I fit in? how did I get in?
Where did I begin,
I'm known from to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my name's whispered in the
I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page
Write a chapter, and leave a of a phrase
Now, before I go, you that I'm a pro, yo
You forget me, why, because I flow

So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha
Gmc, ha huh! (yo my is sore)
Yo, get on the mic, on the mic (dammit)
Rock on the mic with your galore!

7: grandmaster caz

Well I'm a black act to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad track with the stack of facts
old data, see you later alligator
Raid or darth vader, cause I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude the attitude
Who got screwed cause he
But I'm a writer, you can't take a of
So light up your lighter and me recite a
Dope or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But a few minutes of funk, preferably seven
Microphones, all I is one
to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don
When the job is done, but stop me now
I'm on a roll, control the stroll
And bowl the toll, fold the known souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot the hoot
with the loot and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, through the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap
Who are and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm and illing but still in like bob dylan
I'm democratic erratic static I'm good at it
And suckers get gatted with the
Rhymes are plenty, are many
Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy jenny
If anybody a trick to slip my wig
a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a bound to get tracked off
Step to the and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and stomped with the quickness
Now can I get a witness, I'm out