Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all keep my off record,
I'm internationally known, respected
I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And keep a long line of hoes like fire
It's just the broke talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to and dust to dust,
The we bump heads nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a to bust
Cause think it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use polish to cover up the scuffs
I climbed up from the thats why they on my nuts,
And all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they droppin'
And I just out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
Yeah!

2:

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

3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Inn,
a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I worried about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
Another victim to my again,
You're fallin' off, and I will not a trend,
Go call your boss, I put a hot in him,
I never lost, I'm cooler then wind,
Butter's soft in the and the 9 hold 10,
As time keep's tickin', I'm dippin',
Navy blue swede with the grey strip in,
It's plain to see, you change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' 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 ain't got a home,
and been in video but your own
New York is the sound, clown I with a pound,
now the of the town real as the chalk in the ground,
You nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the
You had to see the chain, swallowed before I knew it,
trip that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah,
I really for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
yourself a drink roll a bottle with a budda,
I'm the one to run, the first one to come,
your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't to nothin',
Even my momma ain't know she had a star the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his man,
I've been a part of God's plan the sonogram

5:

Yo who but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the street was the crew he flew,
I the new jack assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a cloth so I him off, man
That ain't no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, the hawk to the source
I'm from the heliport to the porche,
With my bitch that walks like a horse
When I floss, 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 really a run compared to shit we done,
The got more land then Area 51,
You take one of mine your family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye for malotti's thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they ain't for you,
Man this is for the nigga's that's up,
For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the stuck,
I got a pool and I can't swim, like I sleep over and can't bend,
I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
I take of those and sit 'em in a chain,
rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
Come on, I ain't regular nigga 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 booth of the deli,

7:

You're now in the of a damn don,
and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's a 4 inch lip, prick,
This ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya 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 around in the city with the top down,
Neck of eye candy, yellow rocks round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a good splitter,
Banks ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em ya,
With the blue from 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, your will be better,
I'm a stunna, put in a half a eat sweater,
I'm hungry as the last verse, I 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 from a block,
done pushed over the wrong rock
Spend your money on me, I the song hott,
The crime rise and your baby draws drop,
My big like my buzz in the city,
But when I wasn't a rapper 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 nigga's that did it,
you ever heard me on I shitted,
I spread the to the masses and he bit it,
got a drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of niggas would love to fry his hat,
put a Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber strap,
with me if you wanna it will be one hell 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 heat and talk for you,
Pepper spray your fuckin' eye balls for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm lose my cool, sooner or later,
all a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.