Luyện nghe bài hát Zoo Two

[Ol Bastard]
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your stamina
Here the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right
Wake him up and I ask him
Why did he intend --
to get an ass kickin so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone like the (son G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the scene the Count of Monte Crisco
and MC's start to
(I up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from
I asked him how he get so dark, the said suntama!
He so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred rhymes
I out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of
And as you step up to bat man (I the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your ass
stayed and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Days sweatin (Poxie)
Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a (shoe)
(Now picture THAT a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever like John Travolta
I come I make knowledge born, I flip the script
and rock on from P.M. (past the Dawn)
Pass the Hammer broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't it here's the panaroma
(A complete of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust ass before
(You ran to Texas and came back but the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit spectacular
Crush the person who did em, you just better
So I'm stepping to (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the to the metal
You and your DJ change name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks your measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with
(C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
up in a) Motown Philly
(I used to write all the time I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke
visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then
Some think be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings Jimi Hendrix
Ride more that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a
(Before you get trapped up) like the Children in the Cornfield