Luyện nghe bài hát What's Clef

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I got it started to my
I got it to my face, right?
you thought
There wasn't gonna be no

Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be
You call my name four times on a
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline
New York City, don't get it
song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"

Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You write being a veteran but not a legend
from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber

Gimme medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is reach ya
A new where the student kills the teacher

Any last words I send you to your dream?
Hold my and pray

You got knowledge yourself
So you don't what that mean, aight?
Who supped you up to do the
In the first

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin'
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' balls

Under the conference room
you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too for this life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill
But in sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga

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Yo, this my
What's your

What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's
I'm not a Bob Marley
Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go something better"

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Guess Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme

Of course you rap last, so you can off your skirt
I guess, it work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out by Canibus the young gun
Your last is to call out Wyclef Jean

Not knowing you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells like Sunday school
L.L. J is hard as hell?

So at night he's Jezebel
I the teller, Himmemel
How you think he the song?
Rock the

Yo,
I you got styles but get back to the issue kid
is real

Yo, get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a cover up 'cause you use
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you
Knowing damn well bad men don't wear G-strings

side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I got the Devil worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You struck and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco

Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven
I to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F,
The of 'Jack the Ripper' was only to meet his death

The next time, you wanna dis me for
Get off my dick, go and lick your lips, bitch
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in peace

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
What's
I'm not a muscle man
What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?

Watch what you ask for 'cause you might get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell with Wyclef
I just tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

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