Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm my level
The hard rhymer, where you been I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's time
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the
Bum the sound I made a year ago
I guess you know, you guess I'm just a
Not a sabbatical, yes to it critical
The only part your body should be to
power on the hour from the rebel to you

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

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From a rebel it's final on black
Soul, rock and comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, burn to learn
They can't dis-able the of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they really give a
Strong Island, I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm
Never silent, no gettin' dumb nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm
Number one, we hit ya and we give ya
No gun, and still on the run
You want to be an S.1, will tell you when
And then you'll come, you'll know time it is
the president, pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the next one, I could be you're
Suckers, last a minute
Soft and smooth, I ain't it
Hardcore, rawbone a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just won't ya
Old enough to ya, so this will faze ya
Get it boy and maybe I will praise ya
Playin' the I got soul too
my opinion with 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 of power
Is in the house, go a shower boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We black Wranglers
We're rap
You can't us, I know you're listenin'
I you pissin' in you're pants
You're of us dissin' us
The is missin' us
on a mission boy

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Attitude, I'm on fire
Juice on the loose, electric
Simple and plain, me the lane
I'll throw it down your throat Barkley
See the car keys, you'll never get
belong to the 98 posse
You want some son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, pick up the
You the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can your mind, Boys
Bring the noise, my
aside for the flex, Terminator X