Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he this?"
Competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me like 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 MC's start to
I up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish

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

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

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

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

Wu, Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin' in a seven
Now picture that with a
Have your ass doin' some 'Night shit like John Travolta

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

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

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

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

C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a Philly
I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke

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

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