Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Off Dead

Onyxxx.......
They to poison the fetus
We gonna check it out like
All
The high
Yo
My fucking name is fredro starr
You know I'm saying?
I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther greasiest
And my mother fucking nigga the fucking fingaz
You what I'm saying?
Yo
Step to your mother fucking nigga...word up

1:
I'm not the type to be
But all my doubters
It ain't a bastard
Rule my
Niggaz get
Soon as I bring what I got in for the new order
Who it?
We got what looking for
Fuck you gonna do now,
Cause the sonee
Seeds of mister droppin like a blister
I get deprived on them niggaz
We rob z's
Gimme all these, y'all
Puss!
Whats the I rush
Bum you better rise
And and catapult
Like a I shot shit
The figure
Word to
Rippin the
Will make you back up from them

up the press
Heres comes the
Worship the
Or die the rest
You have the to remain violent

Anything you say can and be use against you to kill!
I'm a
Strinking like a
A knight in shining
for the sauna
The rough
Suicidal like
The end of your is just beginning
Theres no in my inning
The things cannot effect the living
So I trip the wind
Of the bad weather
I'm lost in the desert, but the blows me on
talk to a stranger
Everybodys in danger
Me and my people shot ya anger!
dat...ya better off dead!

Considered less a god, but more than a man
I can knock down a mule like conan the
With my mental and my sixth sense
can raise a dead crowd into a live audience
(so get the out the way)
Ooh, and get ass cut
Cause if you go to jail they make a pussy out ya butt
(no doubt)
Heres the witches know it's a black stone
Its a matter that shatter your bone
to get to life
I'm
Niggaz get done up
Cut up
And fucked up real
We up mean jamaica
And die the lakers
Faking jack was backwards
the front in black got tactics
Straight the desert-(queens)
Where niggaz is
So I'm mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
Fuck dat ya off dead!
(get a life)
dat ya betta off dead!

3:

Cover me, I'm in
Move em in em out
The time niggaz seem to always fight and lose a battle
Its too late to pray I'm selling one way to hell
No one is what you punk niggaz yell
wah!
Thats the sound of your bitch ass
Black start attackin back-i'm hurtin
Sticky come on on well...

So all let up on the
That I'm a nigga that can just beat your fucking ass
To hurt feelings
your shit is trash
Too many people me
Cause they're not
my coalition
Its a derby
Through all that spit you
And make the mic smell like
Yick! you need to

I'm of my time
In my
One of a
And out of my mind!
And ain't nothin in this free so me i'ma kick a pay style
I don't got no smile I was abused as a
My moms gave birth to a crazy ass
Bust out her pussy a mother fuckin gun
talking slang
Even joined a
The scums
I jums to the bums
I was the hand to hand man in clubs
I started dealin
Robbin and
If not for then I'm known as a villain
If you problems I'm ready and willing
And get up in your mouth like a fucking filling

Fuck dat we betta off
Please kill me before I put two in my own head...