Luyện nghe bài hát Choose Your Poison

Bitches, bitches, bitches,

I say hey now c'mon
If there's money in your and you're walkin' tall
your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in B-Boy pose

I get off Madd like a pack of Eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard 'cause I'm the of oz
Ah, shit I'm wreck ya set
And you stepin' to me is an empty threat

I can't sweat, kid, you never see my worry
I've never been but my hands may be dirty
5 years from 30 come my age
If ya pop simply turn the page

And I'll engage wit that kid been shiftless
Stickin' to the roof of mouth like some chippin'
Peanut butter, ya know know my style's
'Cause every word I rock's the sky's from the gutter

I make ya when I rock your soul
I do dames the way I like, I get mike's
And if ya get bold well ya get bit
'Cause your is a trick, kid, it's makin' me sick

I say hey now y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin'
Make way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old style in your B-Boy pose

Hey now y'all
If there's money in your pocket and walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your chose
And drink it old school in your B-Boy pose

I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core
I'll punch you suckers in the like a root canal
You get me started and I'm hard to
I got 45 ready to pop

And when I pop off, you off
You get blown out the frame the more shit change
The more things stay the same and I got no respect for area
From to Dublin, I keep your ass fumblin'

I'm the fuckin' ball busta
Brooklyn breaker
House of Pain money maker

I say hey now y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're tall
Make way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your pose

Hey now c'mon
If there's money in pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy

I got finese, I got rhymes galore
I got for peace, I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads, I got for skins
I got rhymes, kid crew ain't got no wins

So step up if you wanna get your head
Run up if you wanna get skull knocked
Play the hard baby get your ears boxed
I'll kill you all like I was the small pox

I'll ya livestock
like I was anthrax
Come see me
crazy like the Band Sax

I say hey now c'mon
If there's money in your pocket and walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your chose
And it old school style in your B-Boy pose

Hey now c'mon
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin'
your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school in your B-Boy pose