Luyện nghe bài hát 1234

One, two, three,
One, two, three,

Out the gate I the horsepower
to your hard drive
We run a hard
the trip

I sneeze jealousies into rhyme cartel
We park the art
Hung on all fours, box and start
Available to you and

Other only make attempts
To they inner
I am just saying it
To validate displaying

at first glance
It's like the
Brought to hit you James
the 1, 2, 3, 4

True arts
Official souls my
the song name now
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Bust a track till they on they back
Have the referee the mat like
1, 2, 3, 4

We do it on the
we stuff the funk in it, huh

Now wait a minute, so of us
Yo, I'm the East Coast paw
Hanging with these West Coast stars
bright, height five elev'

on

Formatic for the handlin' the
my way
The highway to
Is a long road among the lyrical
The bus

of us
Punk minds with the one of a kind
I .M.C., spit, for fee
Then all, not the baby
But I running while you

Too fast on comprehension
Did I
Dave scored a goal from the team
Second I

I'm ready for crunch
The lunch was my favorite
Till I to bus
Uh, uh, I spewed to spit it

Now it's the of us
Connected like
We on
Like shiny of metal

to your wrist
We are tattoo to this rap
With ink
I'm gone in a

Lethal my pinkie
And clown Bozo
Don't you know that Ozo the
1, 2, 3, 4

To to face
But the taste
Squeeze it out like paste
1, 2, 3, 4

Plug 2 will rock a few
So now I with Ozomatli crew
you
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We the backs to break
Ozomatli the
it
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