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, comes the medical examiner
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs the right

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

I got the asiatic flow mixed with
Roll up on the like the count of Monte Crisco
And start to vanish
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 so fast, you made me laugh
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 deadly
Told him enter the
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring

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

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

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

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

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

And want to a massacre
be coming with some 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 your DJ change name to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I pass the bone, kicks your measure
It's not a Newport but it's still live with

don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Philly
I used to write all the time I smoked
Grab the mic, I kinda like went for broke

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

I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie
I teach the 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 like the in the cornfield