Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

Peace, peace!
Dirty, ol dirty
The Genius!
The

grab the mic and now I damage you
Cut your stamina, here comes the medical examiner
One verse then out for the count
Bring the ammonia make he sniffs the right amount

Wake him up and I ask him, "Why did he intend this?"
Competition to get an ass kickin' so
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone like the son said, G or be fatherless!

I got the asiatic mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the count of Monte
And MC's start to
I up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish

Yo he from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the said, "Suntama"
He responded so fast, you me laugh
Ha ha ha haa, I scared his ass

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the in him
Caught him with a five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you

I watch your ass take a big fall,
My main source is like a friendly of stick ball
And as you step up to bat mana dn I play the
You try to do me for a rhyme then I'll to Hitler

Go out like Nazi, you'll be wishin your ass stayed
Home and yahtzee!
Or 'Happy Days' sweatin' Poxie
With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm
a ten and a half foot, gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some 'Night Fever' like John Travolta

I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the
And rock on from p.m. past the fucking
the hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what, what
Can't understand it, here's the

A view of how I defeat you
Should of to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you
Yeah I bust ass before
You ran to Texas and back but forgot the chainsaw!

And want to perform a
Better be with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the who did 'em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to raggedy ass jetta

Put the pedal to the
You and your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I the bone, kicks your every measure
It's not a Newport but it's live with pleasure

C'mon don't be silly, a bag of sensimilli
up in a Motown Philly
I to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda went for broke

With concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin', three to rhymes then choke
Some they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But still remains anonymous

I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie
I teach the to the youth, I say, "Hey youth
Here's the truth, start wearing bullet proof"
Arm with a shield
Before you get trapped up like the children in the cornfield