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

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

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

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

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

Come to the of the V
The C the r the e the s-t
Hit Lennard, what will be
20 young niggaz full of the Hen
This is the Romper Room, and you who I am
The mack named Dre, so get with the
Nothin' proper, freaks clock ya
And if there's funk, punk we'll mop ya
So beware of the four-door
Get your crew if you think can help ya
And step up but not too
Cuz the Crestside is poppin the
And all you girls, don't you feel 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 Lennard
Mac Dre full of the
18, makin' raps I'm 80 though
And too hard for the fuckin'