Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

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

2:

Aye you're 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 a while now, heard a few lose it
Banks the money, money don't make me,
We been like 8 Ball and MJG
Like and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
& Capone, or a hater on the phone
It ain't a call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away,
You're nobody, you can die
I'm MJ, fuck you're man say,
I got a new cannon hologram gray,
Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron
It to be competition, now they all gone
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 grip for
You're better off drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything stop when your man drop
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 your dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
You can me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
And I cause I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on face and every nap on your head
I be set for a while I'm back from the dread,
With a bag fluffy as a package of bread
HAHAHA...

3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Inn,
With a of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I worried about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
Another to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I will not a trend,
Go call boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 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,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, figures in ice,
I bet the on the fling of the dice,
Shorty with me, we a pipe,
thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top
And I be thousand miles from the block man

4:

Aye, you talk like you're rich but really got a home,
and been in video but your own
New York is the sound, I walk with a pound,
now the of the town real as the chalk in the ground,
You ain't but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the
You had to see the chain, scene before I knew it,
Don't trip get ya hit hard in your madolah,
I really for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
Have a drink roll a bottle with a budda,
I'm the one to run, the first one to come,
shit your boy smooth as the verse I'm done,
I to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't know she had a since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his man,
I've been a part of God's 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 the new jack assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a so I auctioned him off, man
That ain't no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, bring the to the source
I'm ballin' the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican bitch that walks like a
When I floss, it's for anybody to come off,
I ain't a come up, you karate or the torch,
hate it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
Cause I made it, I don't let the on the courts,
That ain't really a run 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 scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye writing for thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed but they ain't checkin' for you,
Man this is for the that's boxed up,
For the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up,
The media be my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire 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 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 in the winter, blade under 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 ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, man,
I got my hand on that fith when I'm slow,
cause I stand out shit in the snow ya know
I'm ridin' around in the city the top down,
full of eye candy, yellow rocks 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, I'll 'em outlinin' ya,
With the blue from the pool stick,
You about clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a japanese
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,
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 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 young boy a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the rock
Spend your money on me, I the song hott,
The crime rise and your baby draws drop,
My chain big my buzz in the city,
But when I wasn't a life 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 realest nigga's did it,
Anything you 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 a couple of niggas that 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 G-unit groupie, they made a about bitchass nigga's 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 your fuckin' eye balls for you,
I'm feelin' I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more then paper.