Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

Beef rap could lead to gettin capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on grief crap
I suggest you change 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 way out, phony, until then they know
They wouldn't be talkin bologna in the bullpen

So disgustin, pardon as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they never seen the justice
Bust this like a cold milk from out the
Two batteries some Brillo and foil, he'll boil it

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

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

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

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

I wrote this note around New
Off a a shots and a few beers, but who cares
Enough about me, about the beats
Not about the and who food 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 commercial for Mello
'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello
We krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar, dollar bills

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

Word up to all rappers, up with ya shuttin up
And keep your on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they or strippin males?
Outta 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 skippin bail
jail, whippin tail and sippin ale

Light the 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 and who'da thunk it

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