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 fire
It's the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you make at your show at my
There'll be ashes to ashes and to dust,
The moment we bump heads fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to
Cause think about it, I've been the only one I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe to cover up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why 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 ain't out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
Yeah!

2:

Aye either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me with the and don't use it
Watch as I express through music,
I've been around a while now, a few lose it
Banks make the money, money make me,
We been together 8 Ball and MJG
Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a on the phone
It a close call 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 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 wired jaw, zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go grip for
You're better off drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything gonna stop your man drop
fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica 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 reason dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that 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 while I'm back 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 ain't worried the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
victim to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I will not a trend,
Go your boss, I put a hot hollow 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 with the grey in,
It's plain to see, you change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, figures in ice,
I bet the price on the of the dice,
with me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, ring on your top
And I be five miles from the block man

4:

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

5:

Yo who else but could do what he do?
The he ran the street was the crew that he flew,
I embrace the new jack assuming true,
But he was soft as a cloth so I 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' from the to the porche,
With my dominican bitch that like a horse
When I floss, hard for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you need or the torch,
hate it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't a run compared to shit we done,
The crib got more then Area 51,
You one of mine your whole family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye writing for thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they checkin' for you,
Man this is for the nigga'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 ceiling to get the 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 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 booth outside of the deli,

7:

You're now in the of a damn don,
and a gorgeous wip, on 24's 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 on that fith when I'm rollin' slow,
cause I stand out shit in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' around in the city the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, yellow round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her and hit her with a good Lord splitter,
Banks ain't the nigga to fool with, have 'em outlinin' ya,
the blue shit from the pool stick,
You thinkin' clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar look like a japanese letter
Listen to my shit, raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put granny in a a eat sweater,
I'm as the last verse, I sleep third,
second, and get the cash first.
Pop the champagne, let the on the bus blow,
monster, R.I.P. to Justo,
Now we got the game on smash, the real nigga's us,
the rest well, all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause all trash.
And they all weak, you better off sleep
beat by a long shot, the young boy from a strong block,
Ya'll pushed over the wrong rock
Spend your money on me, I make the hott,
The rise and your baby momma's draws drop,
My big like 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 nigga's did it,
Anything you ever me on I shitted,
I the flow to the masses and he bit it,
got a tear drop, a 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 me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck with me if you wanna it will be one of a summer,
Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a about bitchass nigga's he be in a movie
I'm in a beach house tree and ja'causei,
Bad me and a smoothie,
Now all I got is heat and talk for you,
Pepper your 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.