Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah
Big twan, Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it like

Aiyo, folks who quote what I get choked
You better surrender you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a
I put chumps to rest fast, when my Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort
Don't get me pissed, I got a short
I go bezerk I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alley, not the

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked Harry
And fuck Sally, I marry Halle
I crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime

Now it's time saved, yo, now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough
Hold gats, a joker got his soul
N O rated, rappers you no it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his are gold plated

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass
Ass brother, I your rhyme trash gutter
I'm more rare, the MC in warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord
Power struck, Terra drops the up
Sour luck, got and popped and swallow nuts

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Mcgruff
I'm on some murder
And when I every word is ruff
Front on and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break
Then wind up bloody in a

are live, but I'm mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky a Afghan cab driver
Step to this and get sliced ease
Ate up like rice and
(Herb, can you fight?)
Yo, I'm nice these

Ask the nigga in my last
He thought I just was on gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I tear
Peace to big l, straight Hell
I'm the up outta here

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the
Herb it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic
I rag 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I slide the hotties
some advice, I'm mad nice
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got niggas
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas like a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's in
I just abuse the flow, don't need a to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the
I got that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read Braille when they

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too to trash me
me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that off
And when I let out, you will get rugged out
For dissin', you up missin' like a cup scout

Rappers be funny like flesh, they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease 'cause I release

My crew the east, we leavin' at least
20 deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I backs
I with def gats and black macs
On lennox ave ain't no looks, you fight crooks
and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin' nail sharp pains in my brain like a
I'm blazin' from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but
Boom, bye, bye, dem find batty boy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crackyard

And I pack more rallys than riots back in
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my
I'm in a and I'm so confused
From seein' shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my head

I never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the like it's a bomb threat
'Cause they know I start droppin' poems
That I be knockin' domes, bones and
Sendin' niggas, home
Word to god, it's kinda for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and
And niggas, I need a gun for you, none of you
'Cause I can kill you dead the lead from my no 2
And death in every paragraph
And niggas when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, it's a fact, friend

I the gift like santa clause with a mac 10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin' it
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is
True,

And before I get up here
I gotta say to D whiz and short man
Brothers that was there since the
What's up to rockin' wheel from the pack crew
Peace to mase and the B B O crew

The out crew, the M and M crew
And all the other that's representin' in Harlem
You know I'm sayin'? And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the street N F L crew
My crew, up