Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso with ya girl on the
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
Country accents; who do you 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 getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Mic's 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 a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
they ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get together and LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram