Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all keep my off record,
I'm internationally known, lyrically
Cars I 23 'em and all the tires up,
And a long line of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the broke rapper's all loud,
But I throw you make at your show at my crowd
be ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The moment we bump heads fuck the cuffs
When I'm the smarter hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to
Cause about 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 they all got boyfriends, that's why on the hush
Plus I'm then most, that's why they mouths 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 been a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, don't make me,
We been together 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,
You're nobody, you can die
I'm MJ, what you're man say,
I got a new that's hologram gray,
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on off the cron cron
It used to be competition, now they all
Caught up in the crossfire up they palm-palms
You don't wanna 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, ain't nobody miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man
fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock
And I be over for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke with the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the reason dough goin' 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 every bump on your face and nap on your head
I be set for a week I'm back from the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a of bread
HAHAHA...

3:

What I'm Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday Inn,
With a bottle of Jin, and the 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 lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
Butter's soft in the and the 9 hold 10,
As time tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede seats the grey strip in,
It's plain to see, you can't me,
Cause I'm a be a for life, flyin' figures in ice,
I bet the on the fling of the dice,
with 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 talk like you're but really ain't got a home,
and been in video but your own
New York is the sound, clown I with a pound,
now the talk of the real as the chalk in the ground,
You ain't nothin' but a duplicate the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the
You had to see the chain, scene before I knew it,
trip that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah,
I ain't for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
Have yourself a roll a bottle with a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the one to come,
your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't to nothin',
Even my ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of God's plan since the

5:

Yo who else but blue could do he do?
The nigga's he ran the street was the that he flew,
I embrace the new jack assuming true,
But he was soft as a so I auctioned him off, man
That ain't no way to 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 walks a horse
When I floss, hard for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you karate or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I made it, I 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 whole family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye writing for malotti's thats what you chew,
The stadiums jammed but they ain't checkin' for you,
Man this is for the that's boxed 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 to get the fire stuck,
I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I over 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 and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
on, I ain't your regular nigga in the game, I'm on,
I'm a pimp soldier, mid rover, off my ass, hat tilt 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,
ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my hand on that when I'm rollin' slow,
cause I out like shit in the snow ya know
I'm around in the city with 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 with a Lord splitter,
ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' 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 raps be better,
I'm a stunna, put in a half a eat sweater,
I'm hungry as the 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 on smash, the real nigga's respect us,
the well, they all ass.
Don't none of them sell cause they all trash.
And they all weak, you better off sleep
You're beat by a long shot, the boy from a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the 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 when I wasn't a rapper 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 nigga's that did it,
Anything you heard me on I shitted,
I spread the flow to the 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 Butterfly Blade on his Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber strap,
Fuck with me if you it will be one hell of a summer,
was a G-unit 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 tough for you,
Pepper spray fuckin' eye balls just for you,
I'm feelin' I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man important then paper.