Luyện nghe bài hát Stop, Look & Listen

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up your radio, stand by the speakers
Brace yourself, or you get weaker
My rhymes your total insides
Now we're about to take a ride
Meet me, the introduction
My freddie foxxx, and I'm the rap seductor
You run up, run up right to come get this
So you can all lyrical fitness
The rapper you're hearin is the microphone killer
The b-boy idol and the fly thriller
The mangler, mc strangler
Milky as silk pads, rougher than
Mad for the mic, in a rage
I'm tight and all anxious to rush the
Rappers sit back, and get cosy
I'm about to y'all like ring around the rosie
Pack up your and move south
Or else it's round, freddie by a knock-out'
You can't move, I got you
Huh, cause I wrote rhymes and pounded
To the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( )
How you gonna last on with fred?
mind's workin overtime thinkin bout the latest
Hit the baritone voice of the greatest
Open eyes, so you can all see it
If you go out like a whimp, then so be it
I comin, it never stops
Kill brain, give you no props
Blast the music, see what you're
Stop (stop) (look) and listen

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Time is precious, so keep goin
Bustin off rhymes, watch me keep
I storm, you're in my way, you're smashed
Drug to the dungeon, and crashed
em up one at a time, and I take em
Bring em up, 5s and 10s, and I em
Nobody walks, all comers get
Killin up mc's, my work
See, rappers wanna strong-arm, but they ain't strong
To bite a rhyme, cause wind ain't long enough
Take the breath of death you chew my rhymes
If you wish to die so early,
Music in the background sets the
For me to the mic and break it down
One line compliments the next, and fiendin on it
It's like you even walk, so you lean on it
I guide ya, saddle and ride ya
The voice of the foxxx all inside ya
Place your bets, his rhymes wet
And even if I dried him off, he sweats
Soak him in scratches, beats and
Nobody - mines
Walk on and try to be the man
And watch foxxx the mic our your hand
Call you 'son', make you sit in corner
And slap you up like little jack
If the message ain't clear by now, you know it
Be careful, steppin to foxxx and you'll it
the music, see what you're missin
Stop (stop) (look) and listen