Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

One two, one two
Alright party in the place to be
The party has started
And it's to ill

Let me introduce you to type of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter don't matter
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical a German luger
Deep like a tune for diving who am I the hyper
Like I said, before my going bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I it, grip it, lyric, lyric I live it
Hear it my spirit is where it be

Don't me if you pussy
I spot 'em, it seems you to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got in the place
I waste of bass bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead to indictment
or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, it

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they can't MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC

Triplet syllables for minimal
Lyrical that got hard flavors in the middle
Sit back and chittle as I and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, to weaken the spirit
be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak the heat at full peak

My grammar with stamina, a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the back of DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And happens after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one in time when you're not ashy
on the syllable formats and the cash G
G for your grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to is to refill on skills
We built and killed and skill
poetically recriminate you like a child I will

Get ill, and switch to earn 'cause I prefer to slur but not
Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't it
Be I'm undefeated dem not see it
Observe me beat it

How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, they can't MC
How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

Let's get back to the quickly, get with me
The from New York City is too witty
I come from a era of 'OJ cars', Quarter
Fake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't me
Nowhere, that I been to
You can't tell me that I ain't been through
Disrespect the teacher I to get you
they can't MC

But what you really
You like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" playing, switching and swaying
Day in and day out, styles are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright lights to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great
Everything is black and white we the gray out it's scarier
Either you're or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience

But lyrically there no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that lyrically starvin'
Carbon, your name, battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain
I feel for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I ya so
You know that I know the flow KRS-One
Is the holder of a yo, money folder yo
You a fresh style let me show you slow your blow
I'm not your foe me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, they can't MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, they can't MC

If a DJ think he man den he prepare for war
BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet
General Lion I chase all and I am on fiyah
Represent the crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun to dem head, gwan