Luyện nghe bài hát Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the
Without a pause, I'm my level
The rhymer, where you never been I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's time
D the enemy, you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they play the
say no to the album, the show
Bum rush the I made a year ago
I you know, you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it
The part your body should be parting to
Panther power on the hour from the to you

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

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From a rebel final on black vinyl
Soul, and roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers to learn
They dis-able the power of my label
Def Jam, you who I am
The enemy's public, really give a damn
Strong Island, where I got 'em and
the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent
Never silent, no dope dumb nope
where we get our rhythm 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 tell you
And then you'll come, know what time it is
the president, pullin' out the ray-gun
Zap the one, I could be you're Sho-gun
Suckers, last a minute
Soft and smooth, I ain't it
Hardcore, rawbone a razor
I'm like a lazer, I won't graze ya
Old to raise ya, so this will faze ya
Get it right boy and maybe I praise ya
the role 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
in one big chess game
Yeah, the voice of
Is in the house, go take a boy
P.E. a group, a crew, not
We were black
We're rap
You can't us, I know you're listenin'
I caught you in you're 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
Simple and plain, give me the
I'll throw it down your throat Barkley
See the car keys, you'll never get
They belong to the 98
You want some son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the is designed
So I can your mind, Boys
Bring the noise, my
Step for the flex, Terminator X