Luyện nghe bài hát D. Original

Dirty scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street
Could connive and but rarely get beat
Ya see I'm streetwise, a pro
the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo
Not five-o, hot hand in cee-lo
Live in the land of yes Brooklyn's the borough
central, East New York
Where the manic, psycho murderers stalk
Walk, like a ninja, on the
talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk
And there's hardtimes, than on Good Times
And most niggas dedicate 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 dirty scoundrel

Before trains were graffiti I used to get loose
Dirty rotten the days of the deuce
Dirty, of the skin I'm in
The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a
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 damned Ham
Scoundrel of the king that I am
But get funny, we can get bummy
Take you to the East and back again
Filthy trick, step past your sister
the Damaja, and you'll be histo - ry
Mortal Kombat fatality, the don't sing no R&B
Nasty MC
Chop off domes the poems that come out of my pin-eal
Gland, as I expand, you who I am

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