Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
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
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't hold 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 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 ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come and take a drop
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 a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
accents; 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 channel 31, and, but now I come
To the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your Mic's a 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
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya 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 to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. has entered 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 pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get I'll 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 I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram