Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now first of all keep my off record,
I'm internationally known, lyrically
I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And keep a long line of hoes like trucks
just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
But I throw what you at your show at my crowd
There'll be 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, I'm in a rush to bust
Cause about it, I've been 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, that's why on the hush
I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house
Yeah!

2:

Aye either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid,
To run up on me the blicky and don't use it
as I express murder through music,
I've been around a now, heard 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 on the phone
It ain't a close 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 high off the cron
It to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the throwin' up they palm-palms
You wanna wired 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, ain't nobody gonna the prick
Man everything gonna stop when your man
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside to jamrock
And I be over for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't weed with the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the reason dough goin' thin,
Cause ya'll in the way, when I see I see bowlin' pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got just to do a verse.
And I stack I'm after the bread,
I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on 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 Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday Inn,
a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
I ain't about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
Another to my matol again,
You're 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 Benz and the 9 10,
As time keep's tickin', I'm dippin',
Navy swede seats with the grey strip in,
It's plain to see, you change me,
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' in ice,
I bet the price on the 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 from the block man

4:

Aye, you like you're rich but really ain't got a home,
and been in video but your own
New York is the sound, 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 the jeweler
You had to see the chain, scene 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 a drink roll 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 wouldn't to nothin',
my momma ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta love him the 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 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
That ain't no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, the hawk to the source
I'm ballin' the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican bitch walks like a horse
When I floss, it's hard for anybody to off,
I a come up, you need karate or the torch,
Nigga's hate it, now 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 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 writing for malotti's thats you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but ain't checkin' for you,
Man this is for the that's boxed up,
For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when popped up,
The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper 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,
Come on, I ain't your regular in the game, I'm on,
I'm a soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over,
The same in the winter, blade 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, on 24's 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 like shit in the ya know
I'm ridin' around in the with the top down,
Neck full of eye candy, rocks round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a good splitter,
Banks 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 scar will look like a japanese
Listen to my shit, raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put in a half a eat sweater,
I'm as the last verse, I sleep third,
bullshit second, and get the 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 respect us,
the well, they all ass.
Don't none of them sell records they all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers off sleep
beat by a long shot, the young boy from a strong block,
Ya'll done pushed over the wrong
Spend your money on me, I the song hott,
The rise and your baby momma's draws drop,
My chain big like my 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 nigga's that did it,
Anything you ever me on I shitted,
I spread the flow to the and he bit it,
got a drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
I know a of niggas that would love to fry his hat,
put a Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
You know me lowkey, rubber strap,
Fuck 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 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 lose my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more important paper.