Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will sell more your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
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 damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
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
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first 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 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 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 serial hard, so I can amore
From to coast 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 wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the
I won't see ya no
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't believe you a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't 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, 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 like
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya 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
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram