Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange juice
I'ma sip on it, it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is than yours
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, they get p's and
No i.d., be his p's and
The show, they get they p's and
Professanots, they get p's and
the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck,
I'm the shit, you're out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, housing kids like
Mac like goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like with the 'pint of' technique
And everybody be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, it is'
I'm a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka
Youse a hamburger, i'ma
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the
So where's the beef,
I'm as worthy as james, not that good with
But I do remember your face from someplace is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo'
just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin niggaz

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a that is fat so
It's a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm grand like a
I'm goin back to (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it
dart this is a sickness
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
South side, on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we rock on and
The east coast, you gotta on and
The west coast, you gotta on and
Ah south, you gotta rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, just get on
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, them dirty feet you'll get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, grandpap done been
So much in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I like a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you ain't in new york
I know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your saggin? "
Put your nipple to the bottle I rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got like a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to move they to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> murray