Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Mintues of Death

1:

Now of all keep my name off record,
I'm internationally known, lyrically
I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
And keep a line of hoes like fire trucks
It's just the broke rapper's all loud,
But I throw you make at your show at my crowd
There'll be ashes to and dust to dust,
The moment we bump heads fuck the cuffs
I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus,
And get a attitude, I'm in a rush to bust
think about 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 why they on my nuts,
And all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths
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 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, don't make me,
We together like 8 Ball and MJG
Stockton 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 a mile away,
You're nobody, you can die
I'm MJ, fuck what man say,
I got a new cannon hologram gray,
Hey, I can do all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron
It to be competition, now they all gone
Caught up in the crossfire up they palm-palms
You don't wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
Cause we can all get down, go grip for
You're off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
He shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
Man everything stop when your man drop
They fuckin' with BANKS, been from jamaica to jamrock
And I be over for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
I don't smoke weed the seeds and the sticks in it,
I'm the your dough goin' thin,
Cause in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you that? I got that 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 week I'm back from the dread,
With a brown bag fluffy as a of bread
HAHAHA...

3:

What I'm doin'? Nothin', at the Holiday Inn,
With a bottle of Jin, and the a 10,
I ain't worried about the ma' swallowin' them,
victim to my matol again,
You're fallin' off, and I not follow a trend,
Go your boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
I never lost, I'm cooler then wind,
Butter's in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
As time tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
Navy blue swede with the grey strip in,
plain 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 me, we slingin' a pipe,
Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll on your top
And I be five miles from the block man

4:

Aye, you talk you're rich but really ain't got a home,
and been in video but your own
New is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
now the talk of the town as the chalk in the ground,
You nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed the jeweler
You had to see the chain, swallowed before I knew it,
trip that'll get ya hit hard in your 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,
shit boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
I used to say I wouldn't to nothin',
Even my ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
You gotta him the kid's gettin' his dollars man,
I've been a part of God's plan since the

5:

Yo who but blue could do what he do?
The nigga's he ran the was the crew that 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, a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
I'm ballin' the heliport to the porche,
With my dominican bitch that 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 they feelin' sorry on porch,
Cause I made it, I don't let the on the courts,
That ain't really a run compared to 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 thats what you gotta chew,
The stadiums jammed back but they checkin' for you,
Man is for the nigga's 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 ghetto like the that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck,
I got a and I can't swim, It's 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 ain't 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 hotter then the phone booth of the deli,

7:

You're now in the presents of a don,
and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's 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,
full of eye candy, yellow rocks round,
I bet you if I I'm a get her,
Lay her down and hit her with a good splitter,
Banks ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em ya,
the blue shit from the pool stick,
You about clappin' me you better,
I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look a japanese letter
to my shit, your raps will be better,
I'm a stunna, put granny in a a eat sweater,
I'm hungry as the 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 nigga's respect us,
the rest well, all ass.
none of them sell records cause they all trash.
And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off
You're beat by a long shot, the young boy from a block,
Ya'll done pushed the wrong rock
Spend your 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 a rapper 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 that did it,
Anything you ever me on I shitted,
I the flow to the masses 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 Butterfly on his Butterfly Tat,
You me lowkey, rubber side strap,
Fuck with me if you it will be one hell of a summer,
was a G-unit 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 fuckin' eye balls just for you,
I'm feelin' like I'm gonna my cool, sooner or later,
all over a hater, ain't no man more important paper.