Luyện nghe bài hát D. Original

Dirty rotten scoundrel, what I'm called, on the street
connive and cheat but rarely get beat
Ya see I'm streetwise, a pro
Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Bobo
Not stressin five-o, hot hand in
Live in the land of crooks yes the borough
central, East New York
Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers
Walk, a ninja, on the asphalt
Here talk is cheap, you're in chalk
And there's hardtimes, than on Good Times
And most dedicate their life to crime
So I'm steady schemin, work for a dime
to get, tax free loot, all the time
Type can't fess on 'Ru, because
I'm the dirty rotten scoundrel

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

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