Luyện nghe bài hát Thelonius

Ha, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, play at own risk
Act like you know bitch I'm on grown shit
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own
Act you know bitch I'm on some grown shit
the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, rap shit we 'bout to own it
You know it, these Mini-Me's to clone us
I got a bonus for the that run up on us
I got a for your bitch that run up on us
It's the Thelonious, microphonist

Uhh, no time to sleep cause if you you don't eat
hold heat, just to make ends meet
Niggas living on the street other niggas feast
wit you it ain't alright wit me
Right, make money all my life
Gotta stay bitches many types
you know what I'm talking 'bout
Yup, stay turning these out
Dick em down dick em out
Throw something down whenever my out
know me so they restructure and reroute
They know me from Washington to down
All the way to London to my Common house
Right, it's like a game we play out, out, out, out

Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get the fuck out
Word up, just be about you about dog
Know I'm saying, just play at your own risk
Act like you bitch I'm on some grown shit
It's the Thelonious, microphonist
You know us, rap shit we 'bout to own it
You know it, you can feel it in your throat
Say it

I'm 'bout to let my mind
(Com, say it)
Get your eye poked
game, I assemble dope,
Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the
Studied rap shit, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your
B I, feel it in her breasts
Plus you, rhyme a nigga wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real hear us
Dreaming I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
doing this shit like dude in wild style
Inviting wack to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I know, "Nann Nigga"
Who can it where I take it
You going to God like Mase did
Leaving crowds
I move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf
Or thug style you can it in your body
Yeah you can feel it in your body

Like if a 12 gauge shell hit your body
You don't no one to find your ass a hobby
copy, niggas trying to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, microphone
You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for

Hey, it's a ritual
You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the
With the grace, nevertheless, I
Let the music put a on your face
As for the ritual, it comes to spiritual excellence
You I always leave you with the taste
I you like it hard to the core
That's what you ask for, you aching for the
Hurting like a sore in that ass, like a
with the most high makes me wanna cry
I wonder why, you wanna get to
But that itty part of you don't wanna die
So pay attention to my word, it's the truth
Meditation ease the mind, and the youth
It's a verse you could never read out of a book
Dropping the line in your like a fish hook
Word is birth, yo I do it till the of day
Pay attention to your art, never go
Word is

Yo we do it and we don't
Sucker nigga you don't want it, it's
Owning this rap shit, microphonist, and we known to spit
I spit like Esther on Sanford and Son did
I'm raw dude, more juice Sunkiss
You want this, so MJ kept the rhyme flawless
Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit
I'm my balls when I rhyme, nine nines busting plus
Ball all the time, now on your mind like great sex
You on my mind I'm thinking 'bout paychecks
Niggas large like an Adex jacket
Yo the gods they bust latex sex packets
Emcees they don't and ball, they lyin' to y'all
They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the
We do all the fine bitches fall in lines
Me and my mans is like the Source Sports
We money a long time and y'all short
My niggas bounce and rise and y'alls fall
You funny doo, cause you think you can do me
you roll a 500 that's really a 320
Should of let else hook it
Numbers look crooked like King Kong it
I'm from where bang gats when they celebrate
That's how they play, let it be a holiday
Thelonious niggas, if you testing us we get you back
Show you the definition of a pay