Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all my name off record,
I'm known, lyrically respected
Cars I 23 'em and armor all the up,
And keep a long line of hoes like trucks
It's the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I what you make at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to and dust to dust,
The moment we bump heads fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter 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 up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why on my nuts,
And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the
I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out I'm house shoppin'
Yeah!

2:

Aye you're either a blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me the blicky and don't use it
Watch as I murder through music,
I've been around a while now, heard a few it
Banks the money, money don't make me,
We together like 8 Ball and MJG
Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a on the phone
It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a 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 all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron
It used to be competition, now all gone
up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
You don't wanna wired jaw, zip your lip
we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man
They fuckin' with BANKS, from southside jamaica to jamrock
And I be over for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the in it,
I'm the reason your dough thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see pins
You can me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I stack cause I'm the bread,
I got a G for bump on your face 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', chillin' at the Inn,
With a bottle of Jin, and the a 10,
I worried about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
victim to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I not follow a trend,
Go call your boss, I put a hot in him,
I never lost, I'm cooler Chicago's wind,
Butter's soft in the and the 9 hold 10,
As keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
blue swede seats with the grey strip in,
It's to see, you can't change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' in ice,
I bet the price on the of the dice,
Shorty me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on top
And I be five thousand miles from the man

4:

Aye, you like you're rich but really ain't got a home,
and been in everybodies 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 from the jeweler
You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I it,
Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in madolah,
I ain't for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
Have yourself a drink roll a with a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the one to come,
shit your boy as the verse when I'm done,
I to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the kid's his dollars man,
been a part of God's plan since the sonogram

5:

Yo who else but 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 so I auctioned him off, man
ain't no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
I'm ballin' the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican bitch that like a horse
I floss, it's hard for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you need or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now feelin' sorry on they porch,
I made it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run to shit we done,
The crib got more then Area 51,
You take one of mine your whole get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

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

7:

You're now in the of a damn don,
and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on with a 4 inch lip, prick,
This nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my on that fith when I'm rollin' slow,
cause I stand out like in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' around in the city the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, rocks round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her a good Lord splitter,
Banks ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll 'em outlinin' ya,
the blue shit from the pool stick,
You thinkin' about me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar look like a japanese letter
Listen to my shit, your raps 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.
none of them sell records cause they all trash.
And all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep
You're beat by a shot, the young boy from a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the wrong
Spend your on me, I make the song hott,
The crime rise and your 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 chick and a 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 ghetto pass, and ran it,
I know a couple of niggas would love to fry his hat,
put a Butterfly Blade on his Tat,
You me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer,
Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick about bitchass he be in a movie
I'm in a beach house palm and ja'causei,
Bad me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is heat and tough for you,
Pepper spray fuckin' eye balls just for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm gonna my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more then paper.