Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

I'll grab the mic and now I you
Cut your stamina, here comes the medical examiner
One verse then out for the count
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 shouldn't this
Leave me alone like the son said, G or be fatherless!

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

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

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I out the punk in him
Caught him a strong five deadly venom
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 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
and played yahtzee!
Or watchin' Days' sweatin' 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 seven
Now picture with a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some Fever' shit like John Travolta

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

A complete view of how I you
Should of stepped to those kids who tried to beat you
Yeah I bust ass before
You ran to Texas and came back but the chainsaw!

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

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

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

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

I pull 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 a shield
Before you get trapped up just the children in the cornfield