Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move with the of an African elephant
I the evidence
as the president
Evident is the
I deserve me a
But I banana clip
I'mma so my man can rip

man against Hellion
With the heart of an
I got the of a murderer
And an eye for
You take a of my portion
I'll take a piece of your
I'll at illegal speeds
Keep an oz in my

We run the jewels in your
A pound on my person
I'm for pounding the stage
I'm burning and cursing
gave me a beat
Said the beat of the year
I El-P didn't do it
So get the fuck here

You wanna hang, bring throat
I got stools and a
I'mma pope
Haranguing the land with a man's
A new to the art of the old code
That's fully retarded and put a part in your bold

Ay El
We the villains, we antagonist bad
Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad
It's time for Skywalker talk 'cause the true Darth Vader
I hit your mom in '03, but a G ate her
So boy, you should tighten up and show some respect
Before I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on neck
Or worse yet be the reason your want a divorce
Be at your crib with your kids saying "fuck fort
nigga!"

The is
Radiation leak at Mile
Also as Chernobyl talk
Listen for the
For the green I'm a
You're the poor
Sorta morbid sonnin' these fuckin' explorers
I'm bored. Enough of your bummy shit, it's to the core, sure
You a good dick for the fame
And couldn't resist played
I fuck like I'm to war
I'm really not no games
But tag me god damn it I'll kill the mentions my name

Hey, I'm a of fortune, a mercenary on beat
I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of they
If they to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of feet
I'm talking pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth
Hey me and killed the competition, top of the heap
Is where we staying when they corpses resting under our
I sent they mom a cash and a sympathy letter
Told her she raised a bunch a fuck
time do better

We the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, of the city
Daddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn 'cause can't nann new niggas get me
Now it's true, are simply simple minded simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local stations by designing
But what I be rhyming, no payola is
My bank obese as fuck while yours sits on a diet
Nigga lease is up, you're fired
Quiet, that's how the boss
ownership on everything, every car bought
And paid for, no neighbors 'cause I'm on acres
Went to Vegas, jumped the 'cause I wasn't trippin' on papers
Or no prenuptial for mama
If we broke up and she took half I'd still be on commas
Eight nigga