Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, check out, yo

I my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
The Coronas, tokin' irons without permits
Repertoire long faced murderer's the
Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist

Esquire, for hire, with total fire
Supplier to any Tom, Dick, Jerry
You chose the right man to get the plan
I get the happenin' before you shoot it

Flow director, surprise you like guess
The I spit I'm trippin' off smoke detectors
Who up to get dressed up, I don't pop corks
I pop New York a dot till import

The art then the craft, split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Draft
you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smokin' a bag with hash, it

Shut your windows and lock doors
scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we on all fours
dogs, packed in a black Yukon

K I M, K I M

John Blaze, I keep niggaz rockin' for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the
My own Mix DJ, I Flex
You don't have a when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm
A year's span turned nuttin' into somethin'

And get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
Feelin' ya, your back they straight killin' ya
(Who am I?)
The Ex Head banger bad
High on with Chris Tucker
I be a Head to my very last breath
Even Jermaine Dupri I'm So So Def

K A, Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of
Who didn't care, Lo Luchinis
I transform like Spawn, takes no
For me to get on, to the of dawn, word

K I M, K I M

PMD, the Purple Heart
Blow your and left shrapnel
Then escaped in the Benz
than an NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple

Southpaw, raw I was a Sophomore
I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals, rapper slash
With more than Roger Moore

Turn your into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray on your glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin' with P is
Iced out Lazarus and manufactured this

My Squad's wild the Manimals on Geographic
you bastards on some crab shit
EPMD's the the Squadron is the click
Transmit, grit, time to shift 'cause I'm

K I M, K I M

Keith Murray, the holder of the
Lyrical analyst, mental coaster flower
Money folder, blower, MC over thrower
I flow witcha two at a time like

I goes off to the beat, on the edge of
And kick rhymes in my sleep and mortality
Finally, every know Keith
Y'all simple minded niggaz is pitiful and weak

I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can me
I poetry at a high rate of mortality
At static, lyrical
Smokin', barkin' a dog, breathin' like an asthmatic

Lyrical sculpture fly rap sculpture
Ninety eight Head boy, yeah I told ya
chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the brain melter

I be and relaxin', attractin' action
more big ol' words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't it, you crazy if you loan it
Man, I feel for my

K I M, K I M
K I M, K I M