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
Kickin the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie
Not stressin five-o, hot hand in
Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the
central, East New York
Where the manic, depressive psycho stalk
Walk, a ninja, on the asphalt
Here talk is cheap, outlined in chalk
And there's more hardtimes, than on Times
And most niggas dedicate their life to
So I'm steady schemin, work for a dime
Used to get, tax loot, all the time
Type can't fess on 'Ru, because
I'm the original dirty rotten

Before trains graffiti proof I used to get loose
rotten since the days of the deuce
Dirty, of the skin I'm in
The fact I melanin automatically makes me a felon
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 like Ham
Scoundrel opposite of the that I am
But get funny, we can get bummy
Take you to the East and back again
Filthy putrified trick, past your sister
Challenge the Damaja, and be histo - ry
Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't 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 like big ax and ax
Don't need tokes to make you jump like
Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real
When I come through I clog up your
the maneuveur, drop the ill manure
So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto
No matter what you do, you can't get the
Crud that out of your system
You're another victim, of dirty
up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do
But pay to