Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm lowering my
The rhymer, where you never been I'm in
You want stylin', you know time again
D the enemy, tellin' you to it
They the music, this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the
Bum rush the I made a year ago
I guess you know, you I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The only part body should be parting to
Panther on the hour from the rebel to you

Radio, suckers play me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when clocking my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything a brother owns
Hard, my calling
Recorded and orderd, supporter of
and proud kickin' live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a rebel in his own
of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a of suckers who claim I do crime

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From a rebel it's on black vinyl
Soul, and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, burn to learn
can't dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The public, they really give a damn
Strong Island, where I got 'em and
That's the reason they're that I'm violent
Never silent, no dope gettin' dumb
where we get our rhythm from
Number one, we hit ya and we give ya
No gun, and never on the run
You want to be an S.1, Griff tell you when
And then you'll come, you'll what time it is
Impeach the president, pullin' out the
Zap the one, I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't last a
Soft and smooth, I ain't it
Hardcore, rawbone like a
I'm like a lazer, I won't graze ya
Old enough to raise ya, so this will ya
Get it right boy and maybe I praise ya
Playin' the role I got too
Voice my opinion volume
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

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

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Attitude, when I'm on
on the loose, electric wire
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it your throat like Barkley
See the car keys, never get these
They belong to the 98
You some more son, you want to get some
Rush the on a store, pick 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