Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want pain that I can be
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin'
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the party like cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I don't like a, rap
You handle the format
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans understand
ya weep about the murdergram