Luyện nghe bài hát Yo Black

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

you listenin' to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm 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 back picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger

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 crew one by one, like a Now or Later

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

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

I wipe style like doo doo, when I beat ya
Treat ya an old Bible rhyme in school, teach ya
Like my son, did your mother you?
Pee on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?

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

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

Check it one two, you don't step to
Crazy psycho patient from the Bronx, at you
I get and deep, funky freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, like Rhythm X

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never will I stop it, got the target on your
preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, ain't your place to be
I make you cry kid, cover your 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
Them jelly rhymes on the table Skippy and Jif

I see these suckers better find another plan
I never heard of you stupid your name man?
Don't try to come back, we cut your bald B
on my tip, when you're takin' a fall G

You see the is mine, but can the X flow?
I make your fans get wild, and boo next show
it when I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no

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

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

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