Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
a pause, I'm lowering my level
The hard rhymer, where you never I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's again
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the
Bum rush the sound I a year ago
I you know, you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to it critical
The only part your body should be to
Panther power on the from the rebel to you

Radio, suckers never me
On the mix, O.K. me
Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's
Snakin' and everything that a brother owns
Hard, my calling
and orderd, supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the
Flavor, a in his own mind
of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a of suckers who claim I do crime

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

No matter what the name, all the same
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 were Wranglers
rap stranglers
You can't angle us, I know listenin'
I caught you pissin' in pants
scared of us dissin' us
The crowd is us
We're on a boy

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Attitude, I'm on fire
Juice on the loose, electric
and plain, give me the lane
I'll throw it your throat like Barkley
See the car keys, you'll never get
They to the 98 posse
You want some son, you want to get some
the door on a store, pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the is designed
So I can enter your mind,
the noise, my time
Step for the flex, Terminator X