Luyện nghe bài hát Boogie Man - 1992

'Hey boys and girls today we're gonna a game
What's your name son you look kinda strange, what's your
'They call me the

Let's dead, and give ya a second to die
And if I do or die, I a lullaby
I'm not a crime fighter, I'm a ghost writer
And then my rhyme is a chip ahoy, I bet'cha bite uh
And they don't understand, a and roll band
I'm not the KK Klan, more like the man
And Satan's in the mix and you don't wanna
Because this is for all the
I'd rather be dead, I'm knockin' 'em
Before you live, ya die, roll over dead
I'm the O-G-I-D-M-A-D-M-A-N
Amen, another sin, we go the fuck again
Takin' to the T-O-P, you don't wanna fuck me
I'm the boogie man and I'm M-A-T-G
Now you know, how we go a here we go
Unholy's my scenario, kickin' it in
is stick, kickin' the ballistics
Kinda magnificent, but always distant
You don't understand, 'cause you and I can
I got the whole in my hand
'Cause I'm the

'Oh shit I'm scared, God damn man'

I'd rather be dope, prayin' and wishin' on a ho
That's all she wrote, so fuck the Pope
And if I do that, I a clue jack
I'm the unholy but you already that
I'm a black devil, black
Black rhythm, rhyme, black beat, yo
I went pop with acid hip hop
A a 1, 2 and ya don't stop
I it goin' I, I know you're knowin' I
The way I'm I'm showin' ya how I'm flowin' I
I hold my black dick just like a pool
My cue balls in my pocket so watch it
But you don't 'cause you can't and I can
I got the world in my hand, 'cause I'm the boogieman

Call me the