Luyện nghe bài hát It Gets No Rougher

Let me tell you about an A-B-C style
The A, the B, the C, the D, the E, the F, the G, the H, the I, the J, the K
The L, the M, the N, the O, the P, the Q, the R, the S, the T, the U
The V, W, X, Y, Z, bullshit to me

to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you better get another to work with or quit
'Cause I'm on some ol' l shit, of murder but I never committed
Takin' no shorts so you forget it

Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, her
Supercalifalistic executioner
Wicked witch, diggin' your
Givin' ya stitch by stitch, ain't this a

Sweeter lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a
Louder a siren, I'm not retirin'
Despirin', the way I'm gettin' fly
And I sees ecleptoes and I resent
who slept on, when they shoulda kept on

Rollin' with it don't get no rougher
I stopper, huffer and puffer, a buffer,
I was holdin' the man superior, right?
You take my title, yo, you'll be aight

You stand below the plateau I on
You my faction to put the man on
I shake and bake and break the of gravity
And if you chew on, you'll get a

'Cause I'ma giant, and a pee-wee
And all LL shit, you can't see me
You're cheap and weak, incomplete and
'Cause it gets no rougher, it gets no

Yo man, you how we take the order A-B-C emcee's
You know what I'm
Yo, cuttin' no joke, yo L, release the juice on 'em

I release the juice smack dab in your
Do damage, I'm pickin' up the
My mics' like a torch when I'm walkin' at
to the dome, it's like a pipe-line

High speed, than Thai-weed
you pick up the mic to get fly
You all the dope khaki's that you can feature
So I can serve you, you the procedure

to the man intellectualize, visualize
Your whole posse gettin'
I don't hear no alibi's, don't apologize
put the highs' in your eyes!

The bass in your face, like a District Attorney, I'm on the
With rhymes hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the now?
Skip the rigamarole, to get

I'm figurin' yo, nigga you
I allow, not now, no way, no how
Any form of disrespect, you bow
Time rough to swamp I do it prompt
In my jaws adversaries got chomped

The mic is my only utensil
Lyrics you be runnin', I break 'em a pencil
'Cause I'm massive and you're a fry
You're all in, a stunt, a
Outta order I slaughter wax to make you
it gets no rougher, it gets no rougher

Shut up, the alley cats' got to get
And these l dope lyrics on ya, the beat is pumpin'
You know I'm sayin'?

Let me ask you ask a
a minute
Who could the game of rap and rule it alone
Demonstrate many styles on the
Build an empire like an African
I had to show apu jack the ripper could

I'ma rappers nightmare, I crush my
There's only one I own it
flip-flop, I bust out the workshop
They try to eavesdrop, goin' to make

Aerodynamically, all automatically, the way I jiggly full of originality
'em and stop 'em like a cheetah and an antelope
Then I cut 'em like a cantalope on the
ain't able, I'm a legend, not a fable, gotta keep it stable

Crack your back bone, hotter brimstone
Doin' justice overseein' like a chaporone
Huh, on the hip-hop scene, I got shit sewn up like a sewin'
Eat a rapper like a sandwich, leave 'em in a
Crack the and leave the audience damaged

Yeah, get funky on that cut, get on it
Yo, l, them lyrics is dope man you know I'm
You raw sick for years
This how we do it
Pump that good man, let's cut us real, real somethin'
Yo, bust

I'm like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic hold ya
Captive, a mack-tive, I'll make sure I'll it
L'll a cell a sneak as your backs' gettin' weaker

I freak the beat and get
Rule over king, too over-eager
tryin' to make a move for
I'ma prove you're

I think he was jealous and in the mood for an
When you mess with, the man the plan
Mic in his hand and a skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher, so we are

to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle is sinkin' in quicksand
Strappin' to the bottom like a anchor
And break, the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper

Rapper a pack, step on 'em like a mack
My DJ cut-creator scratch a like a cat
E at my side pride who got a bigger rep
Shh smoke the mic a cigarette

Every puff is rough a pull kill a bull, one toke, your crews' a joke
I run through rappers like water through hoses
Nigga, I'm up roses
Step back I got the title to a dope recital
I've killed many men my friend and do it again and again and again
'Cause it get no

You know what I'm I'm rulin' this game
It get no rougher, peace, LL Cool J