Luyện nghe bài hát Beef Rap

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

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

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

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

He wears a mask just to the raw flesh
A rather ugly with flows that's gorgeous
Drop joints hit the whips like bird shit
need it like a hole 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 fellow took the loaded rod
Stop feeding babies colored, coated lard squares
The odd swears and God fears
Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the 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 food he to eat

A rhymin cannibal dressed to kill, it's cynical
Whether is it animal, or mineral
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
'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello
We krills, she swallow pills
He follow collar, three dollar bills

And squeal for 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 your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or males?
Outta jerks since they shut down Chippendales

chippin nails, doom, chippin scales
Let alone the that's counted off shippin sales
one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail and ale

Light the doobie til it glow like a
After which they couldn't find the villain Scooby
He's in the lab on old Buddha Monk shit
drunk 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 on the CD nude