Luyện nghe bài hát Three Emcees

Xzibit
Yes yes. ahh ahh. it live
Yo it's the x to the z the likwit squad

"one mc" "after" (x3)
"on the mic"- of mischief

All get money take money sound funny
So I to my own I can feel it in my bones
These clones and clowns really down
Play the background
Huntin' down pussy a bloodhound
I feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places the sun don't shine
All you one hit only in it for the spotlight
Spend half a million still don't sound tight
Bring to the light
I write rhymes for the
Blunt bottle crackin' all day slumber
Who wouldn't give a fuck if the fell down
As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it
Mr. x to the z the likwit crew
La to elviaire my man eq
Coming and direct with your neck like this
home and smoke a spliff in the benz with swift
I fucked up

Lyrically ingenious my are intravenous
are squeamish
When they attempt to
I'm the
Shows get rocked half the ?
your glock your whole goal is props
You'll get 'em
My rhythm just
You can't o.d. no how much you take
I rush your
Crack your lenses clean benzene
Cool like
My the end all
Majorly gain speed slow your role
You lie and like pinochio your nose grow
go
Underground co
Bust jewels these diamonds out
But some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
Mine in
Traversing' the like zombies
And rocks dirty laundry
Presented to the world as
Del rips it honestly why the girls are found of me
And be squandering your little flow
You ain't got
You're fly
We
You contribution from del for usage
these acoustics
I take out for use of
Harkus representing proof in you
Lockin' competition out of
I live is like a musical
Create my own
More than shaft on my musical path

They like "ooh. say that."
When it's lay doe a dat where they at?
I 'em
at the rhythm
Like a pilot I you silent
the turbulence words will get violent
Mega exposes is flagellant composes
All you get is on your grave you misbehave
It's the brave lyrically contagious
Spiritually with the psychedelic waves of
An
We then
the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
Cause no light through a flow like mine
Casual might the mic for pastime
one style older than the sundial
My elaborate connection of is fun how
I display, dismay way gettin' bissy
Crackers off the top while I'm hittin' a j
My immaculate style with nouns and verbs
For the it gets foul
Got a full metal off rhymes to press
To manifest under
Past style a lyrical
the less I get fresher
It's involital my biological make up of flesh and blows
Will of all
When they appear in my crystal
I you wish I fall
"yes y'all"