Luyện nghe bài hát To Whom It May Concern

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The D I C D A D I E
That's just a title, who I be
l A W N G E
I take a sucker from any phil and injure

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

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

You know
You know

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

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

Follow the words that I speak, the situation is
But this is the fly shit that you
the style is dope, Mista Lawnge's a particapator
If you battle, later
'Cause black are certified greater than
But, I later man

'I can dig it'
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I on the radio, be a prime time to a late night rap show
Here, the same old, same old, and that's on your, new
Your product, is a product, of no
Can ya, see G? You kick a style
And to have brains
Take the funky drummer and give him back to
I'm dope, I'm dope, heh, I cope

your cordless, 'cause you bore this
You say you're sure, yeah, but I'm the
That, sheep are unique, funk clever brothers that will
Make the church girl freak, out, a doubt
You have no wins in a '91 bout, so shout, pout,do you want
But out the picture, and I'ma get you sucka
'Cause youse a mothafucka, better off as a tractor trail trucker

But right along to the Woodstock
Stop, when the band was on rock
Negro music, heh, seperated, it blew up and rap
And you hated it, that's of course you see
A motherfucker that, could be in your
Drop lyrics then you hear it, glee, then only thing it tells me
Is you know a good thing, when 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
the rap gets stolen
Like so other things called theft
And when it's gone what will be
You sucker, dumb fucker turn blue

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to you
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