Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

Bobbito's in the
I gotta say one thing, been great playin' the real shit
Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be
All this la-la-la and this, TLC on your eyes and all that shit
I'm not that

Yeah you listenin' to the sounds, of the one, X, the man
I'ma show you how to get
The way, not the wrong way
Watch me when I do this, pay

it out
Shut up Step That picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a diss

I come walk in your like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin' like that Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox, against an
I chew your one by one, like a Now or Later

I make a heavy man light, turn a kid white
Bust a rhyme in rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother,

I make go, "Hey hoe, hey hoe"
Look at me now, Hey Joe
You say you bad but good, but soft as
Perpetratin' wild you're comin' from no hood

I wipe your style like doo doo, when I ya
Treat ya like an old Bible in school, teach ya
Like my son, did your tell you?
Pee pee's on the rise, why the X smell you?

You me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics
On the record that's spinnin' that smell like doo doo, yo get
I rock on top, another Funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your smile
You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your

Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack

Check it one two, you wanna step to
Crazy patient from the Bronx, comin' at you
I get and deep, funky freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, flow like X

People know wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black
Bustin' stupid styles on you clowns the maps out
You say you good the mic, man I wonder why
You think I'm sleepin'? But y'all was beddy-bye

Rappers on my D-head, quick to in New York
Everywhere I go hoe, never I walk
You you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis B
I a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see

Take you on a trip and you bug out, seek out
Monday Tuesday Thursday Friday whole week out
it, watch it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I make a go down

I make you quit rap, and try to get with Bobby
and glide, Boogie Down like James Brown
Never I say I, watch me when I do that
When I the mic and rock, watch them say, "Who dat?"

I my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic respect the funk
I know you your neck, to hear the X stuff
to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough
I look at of groups and tell em get back

Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and the rumors
You been played like suede Puma's, yo bust it
I kick a style so rugged, they're makin' wet
Change they and bras, and make a dollar bet

Never will I stop it, got the on your anus
You're preschool style, kindergarten not the as
I rock, you can't, this your place to be
I make you cry kid, your face to me

I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti
My job is easy when I'm draggin' em to hell
You know my when I'm throwin' you off the cliff
jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see these suckers better another game plan
I heard of you stupid What's your name man?
try to come back, we cut your hair bald B
Jump on my tip, when takin' a fall G

You see the is mine, but can the X flow?
I your fans get wild, and boo your next show
Kick it when I feel it, the X style it
try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track

I give you than some comp, I give you no SLACK
know I wreck, did that kid get the message?
I the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're

Yo black, go back, back, you're wack
Yo black, go back, step back, you're
Yo black, go back, step back, wack
Yo black, go back, back, you're wack