Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now of all keep my name off record,
I'm known, lyrically respected
Cars I 23 'em and armor all the up,
And keep a long line of like fire trucks
It's the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw you make at your show at my crowd
be ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
The we bump heads nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm the smarter hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to
Cause think it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe polish to up the scuffs
I climbed up from the bottom thats why on my nuts,
And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm shoppin'
Yeah!

2:

Aye you're either a blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me with the blicky and use it
Watch as I express murder music,
I've been around a now, heard a few lose it
Banks make the money, money don't me,
We together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like 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,
nobody, you can die today
I'm MJ, fuck you're 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 all gone
Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up palm-palms
You don't wanna jaw, that'll zip your lip
we can all get down, go grip for grip
You're off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the
Man everything gonna stop your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside to jamrock
And I be seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke weed with the and the sticks in it,
I'm the reason your goin' thin,
Cause in the way, when 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 your face and nap on your head
I be set for a week while I'm back the dread,
With a brown bag as a package of bread
HAHAHA...

3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', at the Holiday Inn,
a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't worried about the ma' swallowin' them,
Another to my matol again,
fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend,
Go call boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I never lost, I'm cooler 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 to see, you can't 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, ring on your top
And I be five thousand miles the block man

4:

Aye, you like you're rich but really ain't got a home,
and in everybodies video but your own
New York is the sound, clown I 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 from the jeweler
You had to see the chain, swallowed before I knew it,
Don't trip get ya hit hard in your madolah,
I ain't really for the talk, nigga with the rugger,
Have yourself a drink 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 amount to nothin',
Even my momma ain't know she had a star the oven, cousin',
You love 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 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
ain't no way to talk 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 like a
When I floss, it's hard for to come off,
I a come up, you need karate or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now they feelin' sorry on 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 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 malotti's thats what you chew,
The stadiums jammed but they ain't checkin' for you,
Man this is for the nigga's that's up,
For throwin' the 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, 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 rose and froze, bitter and ashamed,
Come on, I 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, under 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,
This ain't nothin' like the fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
I got my hand on that when 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,
ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya,
With the blue from the pool stick,
You thinkin' clappin' 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 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 on smash, the real nigga's respect us,
the rest well, all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers off sleep
You're beat by a long shot, the young boy from a block,
Ya'll done over the wrong rock
Spend money on me, I make the song hott,
The crime rise and 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 and a chip on my shoulder,
A zip of da doljah, hood wip and a rover, a

8:

I'm one of the nigga's that 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 know a couple of niggas would love to fry his hat,
put a Butterfly on his Butterfly Tat,
You me lowkey, rubber side strap,
with me if you wanna it will 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 and tough talk 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, no man more important then paper.