Luyện nghe bài hát 16 Bars of Death

What the Yeah
Yo y'all niggaz get'cha up
I'm sick of shit, get your bars up niggaz
Sixteen of death my niggaz
Ay Planet, let's go,

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

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

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

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

Sixteen bars of
Rap on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen bars of
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't left

Sixteen bars of
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of
Yes, bars of death
And when I spit I spit bars 'til it ain't none

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

Sixteen bars of
Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of
Yes, sixteen of death
And when I spit I bars 'til it ain't none left

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

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

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

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

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

Sixteen of death
Rap on cassette, never runnin' out of breath
Yes, sixteen of death
And when I spit I spit 'til it ain't none left