Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And take 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 a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm 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 can't
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
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 a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto 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, don't try to soul,
The first sign of the battle you little
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big emcees, I'll bet ya none last
they ain't stable 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 coast to coast fly, cripple, and
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase 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 see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
of hot butter rolls, beat 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 your
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will
Feel ya weep the murdergram