Luyện nghe bài hát D. Original

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

trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose
Dirty rotten since the days of the
Dirty, because of the I'm in
The I have melanin automatically makes me a felon
Even 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 damned Ham
opposite of the king that I am
But get funny, we can get bummy
Take you to the East and back again
putrified trick, step past your sister
Challenge the Damaja, and be histo - ry
Mortal Kombat fatality, the original sing no R&B
Nasty MC
Chop off 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 need to make you jump like bungee
Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's grungy
When I through I clog up your sewer
Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto
No matter what you do, you can't get the
Crud that comes out of your
another victim, of dirty rotten
Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya do
But pay to