Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he this?"
Competition to get an ass kickin' so
Boy you shouldn't this
Leave me alone the son said, G or he'll be fatherless!

I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the scene like the count of Monte
And start to vanish
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

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

I your ass take a big fall, why?
My main source is a friendly game 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 your fuckin' ass stayed
Home and yahtzee!
Or watchin' 'Happy Days' sweatin'
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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