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 you're out for the count
Bring the make sure he sniffs the right amount

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

I got the asiatic flow mixed with
Roll up on the scene the count of Monte Crisco
And start to vanish
I up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish

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

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

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

Go out like Nazi, you'll be wishin fuckin' ass stayed
and played yahtzee!
Or watchin' 'Happy Days' Poxie
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, and Chachi

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

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

A complete of how I defeat you
Should of to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you
I bust that ass before
You ran to Texas and came back but 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 to your raggedy ass jetta

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

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

With visually concepts rhymes and biceps
speakin', three to four rhymes then choke
Some think they be 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 the truth to the youth, I say, "Hey youth
Here's the truth, better start wearing proof"
Arm yourself with a
Before you get trapped up just like the children in the