Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't sayin'
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
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; the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're getting
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they 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 could a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the party like jumper
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your bitin' on the door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram