Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

Beef rap could lead to gettin capped
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 a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no startin 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 this
talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
Bust this like a cold milk from out the
Two some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it

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

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

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

Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the 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 a shots and a few beers, but who cares
Enough me, it's about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he to eat

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

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

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

up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since 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 skippin bail
Dippin jail, tail and sippin ale

Light the doobie til it glow like a
After which they couldn't the villain like Scooby
He's in the lab on old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit and who'da it

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