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 set it like this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
passed 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 and get your body blown

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

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

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever off
I come soft, I gotta pump that sawed off
And when I let out, you will get rugged out
For dissin', you come up missin' a cup scout

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

My crew from the east, we at least
20 police deceased, it's the on attack
So tracks, I break backs
I jack with def and black macs
On lennox ave no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get life took

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

And I more rallys than riots back in cali
And people wanna know the reason why I my fuse
I'm in a and I'm so confused
From seein' heads 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 the premises like it's a bomb threat
'Cause they know when I start droppin'
That I be domes, poppin' bones and
Sendin' niggas, home
Word to god, it's kinda for a fag to touch this

So if comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, of you
'Cause I can you dead with the lead from my no 2
And it's death in every
And niggas learn when I burn they ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like clause with a mac 10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, 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 peace to D and short man
Brothers that was since the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel from the pack crew
to mase murder and the B B O crew

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