Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain that I can be
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to 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 like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The is back, and you can't escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and a drop
I bet ya will 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 ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only '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 getting
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll 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 amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack 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 dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
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 entered the
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with 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 feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
We'll be fighting lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the knuckles then 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 ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
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, tappin' you on the
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram