Luyện nghe bài hát Down for The Count

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Grimy bitch the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, tuna and rye
Blow the spot with old school shit from junior high
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finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors
Make your ice grill, thug grimy on the real
Puttin to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil

style, still had the heat knockin
Bumpin shit from way with my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with
You'll be suckin it down like fast food
Type of rap bitch that underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga St.
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set sounds*}
Better off behind a tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant, kill 'em my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in your project
Harriet, increase the fanbases
Leavin non-writin cats on the plantations
Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch whites
Leave the party over here they Israelites
Got Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit down he can't get no visits

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Rock the world like the Rolling Stone tour
Raw your wack set is faker than a threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his wet
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The stuff are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on
Before I care about your take on me, we on you

Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the
I show my love in the light while why'all in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz scars, ALWAYS makin my mark
You the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch I say it or not
is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's on the map
From now until we to black
Where we at? Thug rebels love clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like Beverly
Forever we stack like the treasury, flow heavenly
Get you high on speech with obscenity
Niggaz be like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy
fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy

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Why the can't MC's MC no more?
Hardcore til put me under the ground
a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound
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me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through, favorite neighborhood lush

I'm I-rate, usin your for live bait
rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, hate
Heavy metal we settle and set straight
Hit gates in my younger days, from the
Me and my clan to dance thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry, you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks, destroy the
Your little lungs is too to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First of the Flipmode Squad
be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine
Expect mines to blow lines like coke
I'm an nigga so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin you ain't on the list

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