Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a mil' do a commercial for Yello
Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own
We hollow krills, she pills
He flea collar, three dollar bills

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

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

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

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