Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my crew is in the
Terra, Mcgruff, Buddah bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it this

Aiyo, folks who quote I wrote get choked
You better before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin' kid is a joke?
I put chumps to fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just dash or and get your chest 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, 'cause these knuckles
I'm from the alley, not the

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

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

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

For that don't know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on murder stuff
And when I talk word is ruff
on this and get beat bad
With big bats bruise, break bones
wind up bloody in a bodybag

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef jumped off
I never soft, I gotta pump that sawed off
And I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
For dissin', you come up like a cup scout

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

My from the east, we leavin' at least
20 deceased, it's the beast on attack
So tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and macs
On lennox ave no light 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' trails from jail cells, so a
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 valleys

And I pack more rallys than riots in cali
And people wanna the reason why I blow my fuse
I'm in a daze and I'm so
seein' heads shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogie's up, and keep my head straight

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

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

I shoot the gift like santa clause a mac 10
And niggas ain't as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, finished makin' it tough
to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough
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 murder and the B B O

The out crew, the M and M crew
And all the crews that's representin' in Harlem
You know I'm sayin'? And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th N F L crew
My crew, up