Luyện nghe bài hát D. Original

Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the
Could connive and cheat but get beat
Ya see I'm streetwise, a pro
Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Bobo
Not five-o, hot hand in cee-lo
Live in the land of yes Brooklyn's the borough
Homicide central, East New
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 life to crime
So I'm steady schemin, won't work for a
Used to get, tax loot, all the time
slick can't fess on 'Ru, because
I'm the original dirty scoundrel

Before trains were graffiti proof I to get loose
Dirty rotten the days of the deuce
Dirty, of the skin I'm in
The fact I melanin automatically makes me a felon
Even though I'm righteous, rotten's 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 again money
Filthy putrified trick, step past your
the Damaja, and you'll 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

Father of all stylin, I be on wax
We hack shit up big ax and little ax
Don't need tokes to make you jump like
real muddy, like 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 can't get the
Crud that comes out of your
another victim, of dirty rotten
Dirt up, in your grill, so ya gonna do
But pay to