Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all my name off record,
I'm internationally known, respected
I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And a long line of hoes like fire trucks
just the broke 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 heads nigga the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes the bus,
And get a attitude, I'm in a rush to bust
Cause think about it, I've the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use polish to cover up the scuffs
I up from the bottom thats why they on my nuts,
And they all got boyfriends, why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths
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
as I express 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
Like 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,
You're nobody, you can die
I'm MJ, fuck what 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 they all
Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they
You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip lip
we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're better off drivin' drunk, yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna the prick
Man gonna stop when your man drop
They 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 with the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the reason your dough thin,
Cause in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' 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 while I'm back from the dread,
a brown bag fluffy as a package 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,
victim to my matol 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,
soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede with the grey strip in,
It's plain to see, you can't me,
I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' figures in ice,
I bet the on the fling of the dice,
with me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top
And I be five miles from the block man

4:

Aye, you talk like you're but really ain't got a home,
and been in everybodies but your own
New is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
now the talk of the town real as the in the ground,
You ain't nothin' but a duplicate the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed the jeweler
You had to see the chain, scene before I knew it,
Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in madolah,
I ain't really for the talk, nigga argue the rugger,
Have yourself a drink roll a 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 amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You love him the kid's gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of God's plan the sonogram

5:

Yo who else but blue could do 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 as a cloth so I auctioned 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 dominican that walks like a horse
When I floss, it's hard for anybody to off,
I ain't a up, you need karate or the torch,
Nigga's it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run compared to we done,
The crib got more then Area 51,
You take one of mine your whole get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye writing for malotti's what you gotta 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 shake jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire 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,
some and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
on, I ain't your regular nigga in the game, I'm on,
I'm a soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over,
The in the winter, blade under 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 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 fith I'm rollin' slow,
I stand out like shit in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' in the city with the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, yellow 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,
With the blue shit from the stick,
You thinkin' about me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will 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 last verse, I 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 sell records cause they all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off
You're beat by a long shot, the boy from a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the wrong
Spend money on me, I make the song hott,
The crime and your baby momma's draws drop,
My chain big like my 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 realest nigga's did it,
Anything you 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 Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck with me if you wanna it 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 house 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 gonna lose my cool, or later,
all a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.