Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Off Dead

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

1:
I'm not the type to be
But all my mastered
It ain't a matter
my hazard
Niggaz get
Soon as I what I got in store for the new order
Who it?
We got what your for
Fuck you do now, money
Cause the sonee
Seeds of mister droppin like a blister
I get downright on them niggaz
We rob z's
Gimme all these, y'all
Puss!
Whats the matter? I
Bum rush you rise
And and catapult
Like a bullet I shit
The figure
to murder
Rippin the
Will make you back up from them

up the press
Heres the mess
Worship the
Or die like the
You have the to remain violent

Anything you say can and will be use you to kill!
I'm a
like a viking
A in shining armor
for the sauna
The rhymer
Suicidal like
The end of your world is beginning
Theres no winning in my
The dead cannot effect the living
So I into the wind
Of the ghetto bad
I'm in the desert, but the storm blows me on
talk to a stranger
Everybodys in danger
Me and my just shot ya anger!
dat...ya better off dead!

Considered less than a god, but than a man
I can knock down a mule like the barbarian
With my mental powers and my sense
That can raise a dead crowd a live audience
(so get the out the way)
Ooh, and get ass cut
Cause if you go to jail they probably make a out ya butt
(no doubt)
Heres the clip witches it's a black stone
Its a matter that shatter track bone
to get to life
I'm
Niggaz get up precise
Cut up
And up real nice
We up mean jamaica
And die like the
jack was mackin backwards
With the front in black got
from the desert-(queens)
Where is desperate
So I'm mines from the entrance to the exit
(get a life)
Fuck dat ya off dead!
(get a life)
Fuck dat ya 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 tickets to
No one tell is what you niggaz yell
wah!
Thats the sound of your bitch ass
Black attackin back-i'm still 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 your feelings
Cause your shit is
Too many like me
Cause they're not
my coalition
Its a demolition
Through all that spit you
And make the mic smell saliva
Yick! you need to

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

Fuck dat we off dead
Please somebody me before I put two in my own head...