Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Hard 4 The F-ckin' Radio

Listen up, I'm to get dope
It ain't nothin' but some I wrote
About a young brotha deep in the
call me Mac Dre and I'm keepin the name
I Nikey shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad suckers, I don't like the fools
Down and dirty bout spittin' my
And if not, I'm my grits
Playin' the game like it's to be played
Makin' much more than the wage
Not a daddy, don't drive a Caddy
I just and get all that babby
Dre, you know I never slow
Smokin cesstee until I'm really towed
Walk into the party, perked
Grab the microphone and let the work
I got and the game starts flowin'
The girls get freaky and it showin'
And when the party's over at the end of the
They say: Damn, Mac Dre you ain't nothin'
Cuz I'm the numero uno, never be the dos
A Mack named Dre and I'm the most
18, makin' raps I'm 80 though
And too hard for the radio

"Tell me good"
I'm too hard for the radio

My are dope cuz Mac Dre made 'em
And made you geek time you play them
On tape deck, hooked to your Sacco
A little hard, but brotha I'm a mack,
Nothin' nice, makin' raps that you hear
Gettin cessted, put my on the beer
I can't it, that's what I like to do
Sloppy drunk, on the mic for you
A young brotha, bone-skinny
I take a girl to the penny
Get romantic, just I planned it
Then cut turf and the girl stranded
Is it hard becuz I just it?
Not really, that's what the girl
That's game, I thought that you knew
game, and mine is the smoothest
Like lotion I'm in
I'm a mack, I was a big
But no matter what the fuck your is
Nothin' is what my game is
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80
And too hard for the fuckin'

"Tell me new"
I'm too for the fuckin' radio

to the Northside of the V
The C the r the e the s-t
Hit Lennard, will be seen?
20 young niggaz full of the Hen
This is the Romper Room, and you who I am
The named Dre, so get with the program
Nothin' proper, will clock ya
And if there's funk, then punk mop ya
So of the four-door Delta
Get your crew if you think they can ya
And step up but not too
Cuz the Crestside is poppin the
And all you girls, you feel left out
And to the boys, worn that flesh out
And after that we can still be friends
And if not, we'll be friends with the
Romper Room kickin on Street
Mac Dre of the Hennessy
18, makin' raps 'til I'm 80
And too hard for the fuckin'