Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Get Chopped

I'm of it
Me to
Stop
This is for the
Tan shade man with the
Stop playin' me
I'm of it
Fake wanna be
Flip on this nine clip

one: {yella boy}

Now you know this not some drink's
I'm so deaf then the def. jam
Open that clip, now clip up like I'm
I'm a super duper rap
makin' snappers
Hand's clapper, nigga my got'cha
I'm on the floor emergency
Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to the j-o-b
Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with
No, you's a hoe, a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up there's nothin' to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my
Like a knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes
I mentally retaliate, ya think ya
You not gonna bounce, you not bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you yelllla!
'cause, you be so hard you need three or four towels
I tried to you in yo head, I wanted to see some
bread, somebody in the crowd said
Girl, that boy dead him!
He was a cheerleader
You could never it off hoe, you was really gay
'cause you could break yo self but you break me
I'm a real fuckin' lyricst with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you what
>from the floor up, with the dirt
I'm the dirty rap master, I'm to chop ya!
my knock you out style, that I practice
Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic static
I'm out the attic, with the all black
Bringin' much racket, ya fagot
Worse then that there I say
Hoe playin' with me!

We here stop him in his
Show him that I'm
Boom, get chopped!
We here to stop him in his
Got to get my name
get chopped!

Verse two: { ya}

How bitches fuck with
Million dollar nigga's how ya
It's all good for you to stroll my hood
V.l. suspicious rock's at yo shit and
If they had k's spray and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what type of want's
To walk around in braid's
What happened to the chuck's, and the fad's
Swish in my pocket, when I see ya I'm a cut yo hair
No matter where, it's ugly you don't to see
The capital y-a get into yo nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippin' motherfucker michael jackson
You read for vision go suck a dick
Reach the whole third hit that ass
me and you in a two man cell
You nigga's draw's takin' my
Dick leanin' on the now mystikal you bitch you
Remember you said you wasn't gonna bow
You the "u"

Third {tec-9}

minded you been defined
As the motherfucker in the down south area
I think goin' through a phaze
What made ya, turn and talk shit
Your rhymes and you personally fit
Now wait a minute, remember that
You got on train
You got the chance, and didn't even man
You faked the funk, actin' a straight punk
Check it out, thought you was like us
The motherfucker up
around, had a fuckin' glitter glove
Now, can you tell me the nigga here
Was of?
I'm to stop you in yo track's
The shit you do, be I'm fat
spittin' I done all ready stacked
Tellin' me that the nation
But you know, I know,
You don't the whole nation to know
You's a hoe! the piece treaty
You started this, where's my all clothes and
My all black beanie, I it pinnately style
Leavin' ya gutless, ya buttless
We put together the alarm
Half this you can't touch this,
You to stick to jumpin' around
Have the area first down, I'm the hound and
You the clown, now the sweet from my neck
'cause you ain't but a bitch