Luyện nghe bài hát Banana Clipper

I move with the elegance of an elephant
I the evidence
as the president
Evident is the
I deserve me a
But before I clip
chill so my man can rip

Little man Hellion
the heart of an orphan
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 drive at speeds
Keep an oz in my

We run the jewels in town
A quarter pound on my
I'm for pounding the stage
I'm talking burning and
Producer gave me a
Said it's the of the year
I said El-P do it
So get the fuck here

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

Ay El
We the villains, we bad guys
me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyes
It's time for Skywalker talk 'cause the true Darth Vader
I hit mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her
So baby boy, you should tighten up and some respect
Before I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on neck
Or worse yet be the reason your girl a divorce
Be at your crib with your saying "fuck your fort
nigga!"

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

Hey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on
I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of they
If they refuse to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of
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 under our feet
I they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter
Told her she raised a a fuck boys
time do better

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