Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all keep my off record,
I'm internationally known, respected
Cars I 23 'em and armor all the up,
And keep a long of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to and dust to dust,
The moment we bump nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, I'm in a rush to bust
Cause about it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe polish to cover up the
I climbed up the bottom thats why they on my nuts,
And all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house
Yeah!

2:

Aye you're either a full blown sicko, or stupid,
To run up on me with the blicky and use it
as I express murder through music,
I've been around a now, heard a few lose it
make the money, money don't make me,
We been like 8 Ball and MJG
Like Stockton and Malone, and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a on the phone
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm a mile away,
nobody, you can die today
I'm MJ, fuck you're man say,
I got a new that's hologram gray,
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron
It used to be competition, now all gone
up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go for grip
better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna when your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside to jamrock
And I be seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke weed the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the your dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see I see bowlin' pins
You can me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I stack I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on your and every nap on your head
I be set for a week I'm back from the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a package of
HAHAHA...

3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', at the Holiday Inn,
a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't worried the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
Another to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I not follow a trend,
Go call boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I never lost, I'm then Chicago's wind,
soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As time keep's tickin', I'm dippin',
Navy blue swede seats with the grey in,
It's plain to see, you change me,
I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' figures in ice,
I bet the on the fling of the dice,
Shorty with me, we a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on top
And I be five miles from the block man

4:

Aye, you talk like you're rich but really got a home,
and in everybodies video but your own
New York is the sound, I walk with a pound,
now the talk of the real as the chalk in the ground,
You ain't nothin' but a followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the
You had to see the chain, scene swallowed I knew it,
Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in madolah,
I ain't really for the talk, nigga with the rugger,
Have yourself a drink roll a bottle a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the one to come,
your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
Even my ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta him the kid's gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of God's since the sonogram

5:

Yo who but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the was the crew that he flew,
I embrace the new assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a cloth so I him off, man
That no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
I'm from the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican bitch walks like a horse
When I floss, hard for anybody to come off,
I a come up, you need karate or the torch,
Nigga's it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I made it, I let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run compared to we done,
The crib got land then Area 51,
You take one of mine your family get to run,
I Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye writing for malotti's thats what you chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they ain't for you,
Man is for the nigga's that's boxed up,
For the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the to get the fire stuck,
I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I sleep and can't bend,
I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
I take rolls of and sit 'em in a chain,
some rose and froze, bitter and ashamed,
Come on, I ain't regular nigga in the game, I'm on,
I'm a pimp soldier, mid rover, off my ass, hat tilt over,
The in the winter, blade under the skully,
I'm hotter then the booth outside of the deli,

7:

You're now in the presents of a don,
and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's with a 4 lip, prick,
This ain't like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my hand on that fith when I'm slow,
cause I out like shit in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' around in the city the top down,
full of eye candy, yellow rocks round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a Lord splitter,
ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya,
With the blue shit the pool stick,
You thinkin' about me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your will look like a japanese letter
Listen to my shit, raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put in a half a eat sweater,
I'm as the last verse, I sleep third,
bullshit second, and get the first.
Pop the champagne, let the on the bus blow,
monster, R.I.P. to Justo,
Now we got the game on smash, the nigga's respect us,
the rest well, all ass.
Don't none of them sell records they all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off
You're beat by a long shot, the young boy a strong block,
Ya'll done over the wrong rock
your money on me, I make the song hott,
The crime rise and baby momma's draws drop,
My chain big my buzz in the city,
But I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty,
I got a and a chip on my shoulder,
A zip of da doljah, wip and a rover, a Soldier

8:

I'm one of the realest that did it,
you ever heard me on I shitted,
I spread the flow to the and he bit it,
got a tear drop, a pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of niggas that would to fry his hat,
put a Butterfly Blade on his Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber strap,
Fuck with me if you wanna it will be one of a summer,
Game was a groupie, they made a flick about bitchass nigga's he be in a movie
I'm in a beach palm tree and ja'causei,
Bad me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is and tough talk for you,
Pepper spray your fuckin' eye balls for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man important then paper.