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 better yours
(repeat 2x)
U-a-c, get they 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 bout the
I rhyme and you can get the duck, coon
I'm the shit, shit out of luck, tough
I'm the act to follow, kids like ronald
Mac donald goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng,
I draw a crowd like with the 'pint of' technique
And there be like, "yeah!"
Cause cain't near a nig say 'whoomp, there it is'
I'm like a mom on 8, over-bearing kids
Shit be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true
a hamburger, i'ma fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you cut the mustard
So the beef, jerky?
I'm as worthy as james, not that with names
But I do your face from someplace this is one taste
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' mo' many mo' flavors
Don't just come to me, go ask thy takin niggaz

On the tundra, "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island)
I'm on a plateau is fat so
It's just a fan-tasy, for the to see
How I land, I'm grand a finale
I'm back to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo dart is a sickness
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da,
side, rock on and
The west side, we gotta on and
Hey yo chicago, we gotta on and
The coast, you gotta rock on and
The west coast, you rock on and
Ah south, you gotta rock on and
it... "now you can go!"
Mister emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you mc!
Steppin to me, with dirty feet you'll get defeated
kunta kinte, I'm kin to, align crew
My great, great, grandpap done been
So it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out
But common you ain't hittin in new
I don't know what you thought hops, but I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six-fo', my 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
the alarm, I got charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell me statues had to move they neck to this
Didn't you, you... and it, and it, and it
And it stop, bust it
"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> murray