Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a 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 cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized 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 the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto your
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now you're done
a hooker, don't 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 is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
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 battle
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the mirror and re-think plan
Why in quicksand
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
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 why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass 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 into
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep about the