Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

Beef rap could lead to gettin teeth
Or even a wreath for mom on some grief crap
I you change your diet
It can lead to high blood if you fry it

Or even a stroke, attack, heart disease
It no startin back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony, until then know
They be talkin that bologna in the bullpen

So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss
They a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this like a cold milk out the toilet
Two batteries some and some foil, he'll boil it

He be off on PC glued
And it's a feud so don't be in no TV
Every week it's meat, seaweed stewed

He wears a mask to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's
Drop dead hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they or a third tit

Her bra smell, his card say, aw,
Barred from all bars and out the Carvel
a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook Ma Bell

Top bleeding, maybe fellow the loaded rod gears
feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares
The odd pairs and God fears
Even when it's rotten, gotten through the hard years

I wrote note around New Year's
Off a couple a and a few beers, but who cares
Enough about me, about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he to eat

A rhymin cannibal dressed to kill, it's cynical
is it animal, vegetable or mineral
It's a how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the like a old negro spiritual

For a mil' do a commercial for Mello
Tell 'em devil's hell, no, y'all own Jello
We krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar, three dollar

And squeal for halal veal, in y'all
Dig the real, it's how the big ballers
Twirl a L every meal

Word up to all rappers, up with ya shuttin up
And your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since shut down Chippendales

They chippin nails, doom, scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's off shippin sales
one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, tail and sippin ale

the doobie til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't the villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on some old Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit and thunk it

Punk, try and ask why ours be
It could be the mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's by the dude on the CD nude