Luyện nghe bài hát Boom Get Chopped

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

{verse one: {yella

Now you know this not some sunburst
I'm so deaf then the def. jam
Open that clip, now up like I'm firm
I'm a super rap rapper
Steady snappers
Hand's clapper, my chopper got'cha
I'm on the floor emergency
me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the
Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get that?
No, you's a hoe, a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up like nothin' to be
Down like a street, re-loadin' my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my I mean shoes
I retaliate, ya think ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you yelllla!
'cause, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or towels
I to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some
Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd
Girl, that boy dead him!
He was a anyway
You could never it off hoe, you was really gay
'cause you could break yo self but you break me
'cause I'm a real fuckin' with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you what
>from the floor up, the dirt rapper
I'm the rap master, I'm comin' to chop ya!
With my you out style, that I practice
Like gymnastics', I'm a static phonetic
I'm out the attic, with the all black
much racket, snatch ya fagot
Worse then that there I say
Hoe playin' with me!

We here him in his track's
Show him I'm ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We here to him in his track's
Got to get my motherfuckin'
get chopped!

Verse { lil' ya}

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

Third verse:

Criminal minded you defined
As the fakest motherfucker in the down area
I think your goin' through a
What ya, turn around and talk shit
rhymes and you personally doesn't fit
Now wait a minute, remember that
You got on soul
You got the chance, and didn't even man
You faked the funk, like a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was us
The siked up
Turned around, had a fuckin' glove
Now, can you tell me the nigga here
Was of?
I'm here to stop you in yo
The shit you do, be I'm fat
spittin' I done all ready stacked
Tellin' me that the wide
But you know, I know,
You don't want the whole nation to
You's a hoe! the piece treaty
You started this, where's my all clothes and
My all beanie, I play it pinnately style
Leavin' ya gutless, leavin' ya
We put together the bomb
Half this shit you can't this,
You to stick to jumpin' around
the area first down, 'cause I'm the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet my neck
'cause you ain't but a bitch