Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm my level
The hard rhymer, where you never I'm in
You want stylin', you know time again
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they the lyrics
say no to the album, the show
Bum the sound I made a year ago
I you know, you guess 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 never me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown they're clocking my zone it's known
Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother
Hard, my card
Recorded and orderd, supporter of
Loud and proud kickin' live next poet
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a in his own mind
of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who I do crime

X

From a rebel final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers burn to
can't dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they really a damn
Island, where I got 'em wild and
That's the reason claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent, no gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' where we get our from
one, we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun, and still on the run
You want to be an S.1, Griff will you when
And then you'll come, you'll know what it is
the president, pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't a minute
and smooth, I ain't with it
Hardcore, rawbone a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just graze ya
Old enough to raise ya, so will faze ya
Get it right boy and I will praise ya
Playin' the I got soul too
Voice my opinion with
Smooth, no I am
Rough, I'm the man

No matter what the name, all the same
Pieces in one big chess
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 us, I know you're listenin'
I caught you pissin' in you're
scared of us dissin' us
The crowd is us
We're on a boy

X

Attitude, I'm on fire
Juice on the loose, electric
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it down throat like Barkley
See the car keys, you'll get these
They belong to the 98
You want more son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme the beat is designed
So I can enter mind, Boys
Bring the noise, my
Step aside for the flex, X