Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

The is mad right now
'em why we mad
Rappers whatever you call
Pack bags and get out of town

'Cause I'm a strike down on with
vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let know the preacher's son is back

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
Bumpy knuckles now the is in trouble
on

Yo, you're number one on the
a masquerade
Paid for billboard slots
a masquerade
Because the block hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, you're in a

I'm on first, so ain't a rap verse
It's more a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

At arm reach is ink
At your headpiece now you in your briefs
Hold up, we just saw you on bet and MTV
A public access talkin' bout I'm a thug

You're an animal, a cannibal, you scare hannibal
But the blackout came no light for your candle
So to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it I see it, you all living in a masquerade

Even though Jacob you out wit the baguettes
wit no respect that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through
You want peace you better call
If not, feel when he connects wit M.O.P family
And guitar at your eulogy

You wanna you run the block
You're a
information to the cops
You're a
I mean you never a rock
You're livin' in a, livin' in a masquerade

Now the grimy lil' bastards up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to you how to get it crunk
I'm plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless
You youngster's better get back
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's that

Hold that take all and fall back
I kick too much ass ass
To jewels, rock Prada
Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta

We grip arms Brook norm bound shit
The don't want that watered down shit
Fam, we the whole stage
You don't ride wit us we got road rage

Now I'm a let my hood you
a masquerade
I bet you the dogs
You're a
I we still and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a
You're livin' in a

I'm hittin' sixteen
A murder, murder, baby
ain't a facade
Niggas pumpin' fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten rippin' MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo and pull yo card

R and B singer the greatest and now
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo bombs
You niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you ain't a
You ain't a mack, you keep in the house all day

I keep em on the
Drinkin' cocoa and long mink coats black
Hit 'em inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' niggas
Shakin' niggas heart, I the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it like
Fat naked turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my hood you
You're a
I bet you feedin' the
a masquerade
I we still and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a, you're livin' in a

Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the Middle