Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

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

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

Yo he wasn't from
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 hundred strongest rhymes, I out the punk in him
Caught him a strong five deadly venom
him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you

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

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

Wu, who? Me gettin so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin' in a seven
Now that with a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some 'Night Fever' shit 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 broke down, niggaz grab my what,
understand it, here's the panaroma

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

And to perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit spectacular
Crush the person who did 'em, well you just
So I'm stepping to 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 it's live with pleasure

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

With concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes then
Some they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But they still anonymous

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