Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't 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 title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto 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
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say 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
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't 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
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
Name the date and a or
Ya three old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll 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 a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm busier than ever before
Never more will slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram