Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Iz Enuff

Yo, my is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Boogie
And set it like this

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

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

I'm hotter Cali, wicked like Harry
And Sally, I rather 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 time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks, collected dough stacks
Hold gats, a got his soul taxed
N O rated, you no made it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are plated

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

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

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

Ask the in my last 'bout
He thought I just was on 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, it's to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's
I rag 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm servin' brothers quicker fast food
Step to this and get your body

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

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I in
The top ten is rocked it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I I just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read when they fail

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I get up outta here
I say peace to D whiz and short man
that was there since the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel from the hard crew
to mase murder and the B B O crew

The out crew, the M and M crew
And all the other crews 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