Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all keep my off record,
I'm known, lyrically respected
Cars I 23 'em and all the tires up,
And a long line of hoes like fire trucks
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 nigga fuck the cuffs
When I'm tourin' the hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, cause I'm in a to bust
Cause think about it, been the only one that I can trust,
Since I had to use shoe 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 ain't 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 blicky and 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 together like 8 Ball and MJG
Like and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
Norega & Capone, or a hater on the
It a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away,
nobody, you can die today
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 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 for grip
better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the
Man everything gonna stop when your man
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from jamaica 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 dough thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin'
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 every nap on your
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,
With a of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
Another to my matol again,
fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend,
Go your boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As time keep's tickin', I'm 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 on the fling of the dice,
Shorty with me, we a pipe,
Chrome 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 everybodies video but own
New is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
now the talk of the 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 swallowed before I it,
Don't that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah,
I really for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
Have yourself a drink roll a with a budda,
I'm the last one to run, the one to come,
shit your boy smooth as the when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't to nothin',
Even my momma ain't 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 but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the street was the crew he flew,
I embrace the new assuming he's true,
But he was soft as a cloth so I 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 like a
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 made it, I let the Ferari on the courts,
That ain't really a run to shit we done,
The got more land then Area 51,
You take one of mine your family get to run,
I ain't Diesel, but they of me with a gun, I'm the one

6:

Aye for malotti's thats what you gotta chew,
The jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you,
Man is for the nigga's that's boxed up,
For throwin' the up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up,
The media be killin' my 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 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 then the phone booth outside of the deli,

7:

You're now in the presents of a 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,
I stand 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 and hit her with a good Lord splitter,
Banks the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya,
the blue shit from the pool stick,
You about clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, scar will look like a japanese letter
to my shit, your raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put in a half 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 nigga's respect us,
the well, they all ass.
Don't none of them sell records cause all trash.
And all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep
You're beat by a long shot, the boy from a strong block,
done pushed over the wrong rock
Spend your money on me, I make the hott,
The crime and your 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 tear drop, a pass, and ran with it,
I know a couple of niggas that would to fry his hat,
put a Butterfly Blade on his Tat,
You me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer,
Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick 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 and tough talk for you,
Pepper spray your fuckin' eye balls for you,
I'm like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more then paper.