Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

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

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

Rap New York rules, I sport and extort crews
get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So alert, no smoke, 'cause these knuckles hurt
I'm the alley, not the valley

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

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

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

For those that know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on murder stuff
And when I talk every word is
Front on and get beat bad
With big bats bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a

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

Ask the nigga in my 'bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to his ass out
I gotta tear
Peace to big l, from Hell
I'm the fuck up outta

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

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

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

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

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

My crew from the east, we at least
20 police deceased, it's the on attack
So make tracks, I break
I jack with def gats and macs
On ave ain't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life

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

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

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

So if you're 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 dead with the from my no 2
And it's death in paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they ass to ash
No need to am I nice, 'cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause a mac 10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get
And to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike
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 outta
I gotta say to D whiz and short man
Brothers that was there the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel the hard pack crew
Peace to mase murder and the B B O

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