Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, pineapple juice
sip on it, check it out
I got a rhyme, you got a
But my rhyme is than yours
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, get they p's and
No i.d., be his p's and
The late show, they get p's and
Professanots, get they p's and
the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck,
I'm the shit, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, kids like ronald
Mac like goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of'
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, it is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" that's my true
Youse a hamburger, fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you cut the mustard
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as as james, not that good with names
But I do remember face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' mo' flavors
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 plateau is fat so
just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
How I land, I'm like a finale
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,
side, rock on and
The side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The east coast, you gotta on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah south, you gotta rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister pussy emcee, get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with them dirty feet get defeated
Like kunta kinte, I'm kin to, crew
My great, great, done been through
So much in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you ain't in new york
I don't know what you hops, but chief I got tall props
Some 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 titties "
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like
Ring the alarm, I got charm like a
Tell me true had to move they neck to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better em" --> keith murray