Luyện nghe bài hát Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple
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 late show, they get p's and
Professanots, get they p's and
Peep the maneuver, how the heim-lich
I sick and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, you're shit out of luck,
I'm the act to follow, housing like ronald
Mac like donald goines, flows I change coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like blood the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on section 8, kids
Shit be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, fudrucker
me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the mustard
So where's the beef,
I'm as worthy as james, not that good names
But I do remember your face from this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' mo' flavors
Don't come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin niggaz

On the tundra, cause "they're plain, 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 a finale
I'm back to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo 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 side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo chicago, we rock on and
The east coast, you rock on and
The west coast, you gotta on and
Ah down south, you rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with them dirty you'll get defeated
Like kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap done been
So much it's in my to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that i'ma turn this out
But common you ain't hittin in new
I know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "why your titties "
Put nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, like pessimist
Ring the alarm, I got charm a neck-a-lace
Tell me true statues had to move neck to this
you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it
And it don't stop, it
"gotta ya better tell em" --> keith murray