Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now you're getting
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the party jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
bitin' 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 and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm busier than ever before
Never more 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 the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram