Luyện nghe bài hát Wannabemceez

One two, one two
Alright party people in the to be
The party has started
And about to ill

Let me you to another type of rapper MC
where glamor and glitter don't gently
I'm tired of the Chattanooga
Classical like a German
Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the
Like I said, before my radar's bibbit, bibbit
The microphone I it, grip it, lyric, lyric I live it
it my spirit is where it should be

Don't me if you pussy
I spot 'em, it seems you to ride the dillz
I got em, KRS got skills in the
I waste megahertz of bottom, chill
As I 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, it

How many MC's,
Never be MC's, 'cause they MC
How MC's, wannabemceez
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC

Triplet syllables for criminals
Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the
Sit back and as I stand and still rebuild on skills
The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the
be diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any any day
Any way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I speak keep the heat at peak

My grammar stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
And crack the of that DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens after that happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable and the cash G
G for guard grill, I'm hard to kill
Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on
We built and style and skill
poetically recriminate you like a child I will

Get ill, and switch to earn I prefer to slur but not blur
Blurring you're stirring up trouble you don't need it
Be seated I'm dem not see it
me then beat it

How MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, 'cause can't MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they can't MC

get back to the point quickly, get with me
The voice from New York City is too
I come from a era of 'OJ cars', Quarter
Fake Gucci and Fendi, you can't send me
Nowhere, I ain't been to
You can't tell me nuttin' that I ain't through
Disrespect the teacher I to get you
they can't MC

But what you really
You like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying
"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and
Day in and day out, your are played out, see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright lights to fade out
The last you heard is "Who let the K out?" 'No great area'
Everything is black and white we the gray out it's scarier
Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of

But lyrically there no stoppin', I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin'
'Cause I know that you're lyrically
Carbon, your name, battle
Everybody wants to but you babble
Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the way that you can gain exposure
I for ya soldier, I hate to say it but I told ya so
You know that I know the ancient KRS-One
Is the holder of a yo, money folder yo
You want a fresh style let me you slow your blow
I'm not foe battling me? No, no, no, no, no, no, no

How many MC's,
be MC's, 'cause they can't MC
How many MC's,
Never be MC's, they can't MC

If a DJ think he man den he better for war
BDP get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah
Represent the crew, you know how we do
Anything tess, dead, gun to dem head, gwan