Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm lowering my
The hard rhymer, where you never I'm in
You want stylin', you it's time 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 made a 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 hour from the to you

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

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From a it's final on black vinyl
Soul, rock and roll like a rhino
Tables turn, burn to learn
can't dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, they really a damn
Strong Island, I got 'em wild and
the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent, no dope gettin' nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm
one, we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun, and never on the run
You want to be an S.1, Griff will 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 be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, don't last a
Soft and smooth, I with it
Hardcore, rawbone like a
I'm like a lazer, I won't graze ya
Old enough to ya, so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and maybe I praise ya
Playin' the I got soul too
Voice my opinion with
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 take a boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were black
We're rap
You angle us, I know you're listenin'
I caught you pissin' in you're
You're of us dissin' us
The crowd is us
on a mission 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 down throat like Barkley
See the car keys, never get these
belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you to get some
Rush the door on a store, pick up the
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is
So I can enter your mind,
the noise, my time
Step aside for the flex, X