Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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You know
You know
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The D I C D A D I E
just a title, explaining who I be
l A W N G E
I take a sucker from any and injure thee

Now that spelled it out, and you like the way it sounds
I'm rap music, and rap music on the grounds
You say i'm full of sheep, and for I give a pound
The sugar dick daddy, Mista Lawnge to it down
Ladies, step to me for a real neat
And if you don't wanna me Lawnge, you can call me sweet meat
I wear protection, you won't claps here

Come later, but first go get a pap smear
point five okay dear? And don't forget clean underwear
'Cause I don't the funk to flow
After I'm done, yo, ya, gotta go
you know ho, don tcha know ho'
Okay, is enough, time to get that off my bladder
And dig deep the subject matter

You know
You know

I'm sick and tired of rappers not
And suckers makin' it a pop feel
Labels signin' with nuff bills
Tax write off, you have no skills
You go make a demo, get a deal and to sprout
Gold, platinum, and then sellin' out

You get a and trash the Nova
Double platinum, and start over
you get fall, I won't give examples
Hint, hint, they use the same old
But not the sheep, for we are and unique
Top of the and others are weak

the words that I speak, the situation is bleak
But this is the fly that you seek
When the is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you wanna battle,
'Cause black sheep are certified than
But, I later man

'I can dig it'
You what?
You what?
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You know

You what?
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You what?
You know

I on the radio, be a prime time to a late night rap show
Here, the same old, old, and that's on your, new single
Your product, is a product, of no
Can ya, see G? You kick a wack
And claim to have
Take the funky drummer and him back to James
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I can't

Keep your cordless, 'cause you bore
You say you're sure, yeah, but I'm the
That, black are unique, funk clever brothers that will
Make the church freak, out, without a doubt
You have no in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do what you want
But you're out the picture, and get you sucka
'Cause youse a dumb mothafucka, better off as a tractor trucker

But movin' along to the Woodstock
Stop, remember the band was on rock
music, heh, seperated, it blew up and became rap
And you hated it, that's of course you see
A that, could be in your family
Drop lyrics then you hear it, with glee, then thing it tells me
Is that you know a good thing, you see it

You run to get a ten, 'cause you be it
So, off the top off my head, I guess I keep it
Till the rap gets
Like so many other things called
And when it's gone will be left
You sucker, dumb fucker turn blue

You what?
to you
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You what?
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You what?