Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Bars of Death

What the Yeah
Yo y'all get'cha rhymes up
I'm of this shit, get your bars up niggaz
Sixteen of death my niggaz
Ay Planet, go, c'mon

All it takes is sixteen bars of
Rain hail snow, I make the clouds to get you wet
And that's a bar no matter East to
Don't get this rap shit twisted, I'ma star that'll your threats

And we can bet, 'cause if I go in death
Then it's a rap, face it, you never beat the best man
And as a little kid niggaz knew I had it in me
the way I used to spit at the assemblies

And unless you me from now on
Every time I spit then it's a special
My world is of ability, women give willingly
Niggaz respect me lyrically my, is feelin' me

the inner to the optic jewels
From the beginnin' to the I am not to lose
I'm not the fool, spit no bars is left
And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of

Sixteen of death
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of
Yes, bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it none left

Sixteen of death
Rap monster on cassette, runnin' out of breath
Yes, bars of death
And I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left

Sixteen of death
Rap monster on cassette, runnin' out of breath
Yes, bars of death
And I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none left

Sixteen bars of
Rap monster on cassette, runnin' out of breath
Yes, bars of death
And when I I spit bars 'til it ain't none left

Get your up
(Yeah)
Get your up
(Yeah)

In the apartment, the artist get it for hours
Heartless, like the department of the water and
Yeah fuck hot showers, and while you watchin the fight
I cut your cable just to show who really got

Now I'm, minutes from ass-kickin'
Ass wipe, we tax niggaz Pacific Gas & Electric
Bar spitter, [unverified] splitter, tar getters
Hard-hitter hater wanna war with us

But get your bars up, 'cause niggaz about me
And they know my squad, so as far as us
I ain't got to the shit, so if you see me in the club
Keep your mouth closed and with a bitch

'Cause I'm bout to be the hood philanthropist; get down or lay
And how I got up in the spot an accident
Just love blood tears and sweat, and respect
And sixteen of death, yeah

Sixteen of death
Rap on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it none left