Luyện nghe bài hát Who's It On

My name be Pep
Over the loop, I scoop, and do a
Alleyoup, put a dip in a hoop
And spin her as I in her
Ahe's hot like diner, she like a tenor
again I wouldn't know, yo

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

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

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

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

Inside my ride when I get it, I have to kid it
I'm right the corner you mourn or you shitted, bricks
I gets my kicks with my tricks and my
The agenda will send ya in and out my landscape

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

Nowadays I forget what is flavor, interlockin'
Not meant for mockin, or plagiary I'm the major G, ask agency
How my pager's of anguish, ya strange bitch

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

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

Electrocutin' we wreck the scene rappin', adaptin'
'Cause the sacs his lifetime, tryin' to bite mine
It's quite word to the money that they say we gettin'
My crew's judicial, you're

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

don't know how to flow
That disgusts me, and keeps me
I must the hip-hop scene
I'm aware, no one can so I fiend

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