Luyện nghe bài hát Get off the Dick

[Kool
for all you motherfuckers bitin my space shit
Get off my dick, I was on Jupiter

[K] Yeah! the monkey-fuckin-wrench in the business
[K] Yeah; all that trendy out there
[T] That old fake
[K] So
[T] common shit
[K] that stink
[T] up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you knew this,
[T] is how we do
[K]
[T] Every, every day all day,

[Keith] All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture
Niggaz be talkin they hard, they fuckin asscrack
These wack MC's tryin to sound like Kool Keith
I shoulda take a bat and out they front teeth, POW!
From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin shit
With messed up grammar, your weak style stoppin shit
[Tim] Rappers clog my dick like it's fog
Ever I came out, everybody want to be a Dog
[Keith] You on my list, your project building just drowned in
When I hit city, your area, blow your rectum
I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is

[Kool
Take out your whole backpiece, your fuckin spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is doo-doo squirt
I don't care, beware, smell watch your back
I'm up like acne pimples in your ass crack
workout, strategy for fuckin jerks
Your album's butthole, with inserts
Still light up point blank like fuckin fireworks
Niggaz get busted half fights(?) for Greyhound
Penalties are for quality, how your shit sound?
I'm not motherfuckers.

Tim Dog + Kool Keith]
Niggaz on Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit
How many is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)
Niggaz on some shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit
on some Ultra shit . (Get off the dick!)
Niggaz on some shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit
How niggaz is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)
on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit

[Chorus line #1]
(Get off the dick!) on some Ultra shit (For life)

Dog]
God damn it's a new year
back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps
Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's that
You want your mic back; bitch you're gonna have to fight
Raise up, raise up, if nice and
niggaz fuckin with D-O-G, is like McNeely fuckin with Tyson
I'm slicin, dicin MC's, call me ginsu
get me amped, watch me get mental
Perplexed I project my context
Bust nuts in rappers anus it's better than sex
Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. J
I'm back with my man Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray
Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a
shit is so wack I wouldn't pay a fuckin dollar, holla
(Hooooooo!) it

[Chorus last #2]
on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)

[Kool
Clench up tight, them champagne won't work tonight
Just raw beat, you're buttnaked standin on the
Ass out cold, my blows out your rectum hole
Niggaz get flushed like wet Pampers down the
German warfare, crazy just like Hitler
No soft samples, loops, fuck fiddler!
Niggaz get carried away with shit, every day
Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of skits
Ex-lax reveal steelo's got the shits
a bag, zip up your drama, fuckin catch the bus
Niggaz been through sad stories; fuck y'all Gus

Yeah I don't give a fuck the sunny Stet(?) drums
Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a
Cal(?)DeJade I give a fuck, any snare, whatever
loop, fuck it all
Motherfuckers can go downtown
and find all records if you want; I don't give a fuck!