Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

Beef rap could lead to gettin capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief
I suggest you your diet
It can lead to high pressure if you fry it

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

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

He be off on PC glued
And it's a feud so be in no TV mood
week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed

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

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

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

I wrote this around New Year's
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who
Enough about me, it's about the
Not about the streets and who he about to eat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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