Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

I'll the mic and now I damage you
Cut your whole stamina, here comes the medical
One verse then you're out for the
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs the amount

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

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

Yo he wasn't Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He responded so fast, you me laugh
Ha ha ha haa, then I his ass

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
Told him enter the
the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring

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

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

Wu, who? Me wreck so I'm through
a ten and a half foot, gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that with a
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 dawn
Pass the hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what,
Can't understand it, here's the

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

And to perform a massacre
Better be coming with motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did 'em, you just better
So I'm stepping to your raggedy ass

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

C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
up in a Motown Philly
I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I kinda like for broke

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

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