Luyện nghe bài hát D. Original

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

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

Father of all stylin, I be on wax
We shit up like big ax and little ax
Don't need tokes to make you jump bungee
Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real
When I come through I clog up your
Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto
No what you do, you can't 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