Luyện nghe bài hát D. Original

Dirty scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street
Could connive and cheat but get beat
Ya see I'm streetwise, a pro
the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo
Not stressin five-o, hot hand in
in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough
Homicide central, East New
the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk
Walk, like a ninja, on the
talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
And there's more hardtimes, than on Times
And most niggas their life to crime
So I'm steady schemin, won't for a dime
Used to get, tax loot, all the time
Type slick can't on 'Ru, because
I'm the original rotten scoundrel

trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose
Dirty rotten the days of the deuce
Dirty, of the skin I'm in
The I have melanin automatically makes me a felon
though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin
But I'm not chain-snatchin, or
According to your books you said I would be like Ham
Scoundrel of the king that I am
But get funny, we can get bummy
Take you to the and back again money
Filthy putrified trick, past your sister
Challenge the Damaja, and be histo - ry
Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't no R&B
Nasty MC
off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal
Gland, as I expand, you who I am

Father of all stylin, I be on wax
We hack shit up big ax and little ax
Don't tokes to make you jump like bungee
real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy
When I come through I clog up sewer
the maneuveur, drop the ill manure
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Rooter
No matter what you do, you get through the
Crud comes out of your system
You're another victim, of rotten
Dirt up, in your grill, so ya gonna do
But pay to