Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm lowering my
The hard rhymer, where you been I'm in
You want stylin', you it's time again
D the enemy, tellin' you to it
They praised the music, this time they the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the
Bum rush the sound I made a ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm just a
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only your body should be parting to
power on the hour from the rebel to you

Radio, never play me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a owns
Hard, my calling
and orderd, supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a rebel in his own
Supporter of my
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do

X

From a rebel it's final on black
Soul, and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers to learn
They dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, really give a damn
Strong Island, where I got 'em and
That's the reason they're that I'm violent
Never silent, no gettin' dumb nope
where we get our rhythm from
Number one, we hit ya and we ya some
No gun, and still on the run
You to be an S.1, Griff will tell you when
And then come, you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president, out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I could be you're
Suckers, don't a minute
and smooth, I ain't with it
Hardcore, like a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just graze ya
Old to raise ya, so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and I will praise ya
the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion volume
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

No matter what the name, we're all the
in one big chess game
Yeah, the of power
Is in the house, go a shower boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were black
rap stranglers
You can't angle us, I know listenin'
I caught you pissin' in you're
You're of us dissin' us
The crowd is us
We're on a boy

X

Attitude, I'm on fire
Juice on the loose, electric
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it down throat like Barkley
See the car keys, never get these
They to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you to get some
Rush the door on a store, up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is
So I can enter mind, Boys
the noise, my time
Step aside for the flex, X