Luyện nghe bài hát Who's It On

My be Pep Love
Over the loop, I scoop, and do a
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hula
And her as I went in her
hot like diner, she sounds like a tenor
Then I wouldn't know, yo

What is the subject the way that Pep Love
Mics and rights and lefts don't move or budge yet
'Cause Hieroglyphics in the motherfuckin'
I descriptions of MC's duckin' out

As we step in Pep and Del and leave the weapons
we flippin' this funky shit for the crowds acceptance
I've been around the world and I, I, I never
A of fresher niggaz that just be actin' all in they teens

Never stallin', as soon as we fill in the
I bet ya that I wet ya MC's a dream
a pow pow shootin up like coke in the veins
But now, now I'd have smoke in the brain
Who's the pimp? The nigga that profits when I rock I spin
Check this shit which I have concocted then you can it

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Yeah, it's time I add flavor, and I'm I came
Your is lame, you picked a bad time.
Del will propel rhymes and tell minds to
When it comes to rhymes I I'll be great

Inside my when I get it, I won't have to kid it
I'm around the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks
I my kicks with my tricks and my treats
The agenda will send ya in and out my landscape

I will ban fakes, phony
No for alarm 'cause I'm the nigga
You're in the place at the wrong time
And catch a pistol whippin' but if you got a bong fine

Nowadays I don't forget what is flavor,
Not meant for mockin, or I'm the major G, ask your agency
How my pager's free of anguish, ya strange

I never saw you, we all so you small crews gets no attention
I to blend, within the background
Like a chameleon, them
This is how I track down traitors and the

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I'm comin' phat, so don't dude
I gate crews drop that kid I'll make ya kneel
Bow I reveal real styles

Electrocutin' we wreck the cute rappin', adaptin'
'Cause the spend his lifetime, tryin' to bite mine
It's quite word to the money that they say we gettin'
My crew's judicial, superficial

Need I say more, niggaz get
Now they got me leavin on the floor like homeless
I slice your spleen, I'm as mean
Your is disconnected, we wreck shit

Niggaz know how to flow
That disgusts me, and me bustin'
I clean the hip-hop scene
I'm aware, no one can compare so I

To hear a nigga who can flow better, you no
Hieroglyphics runnin' shit from here till after
So MC's take shorts because John knows who's it on