Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

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

Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart
It ain't no startin back once arteries start to
Take the easy way out, phony, until then they
They be talkin that bologna in the bullpen

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

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

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

Her bra smell, his say, aw, hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the
Keep a where the jar fell
And keep a hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell

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

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

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

For a mil' do a commercial for Mello
Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow
He follow flea collar, three bills

And for halal veal, in y'all appeal
Dig the real, it's how the big deal
a L after every meal

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

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

Light the til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn't find the villain like
in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof shit and who'da thunk it

Punk, try and ask why be better
It be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD