Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

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

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

Yo he from 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 hundred strongest rhymes, I out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly
him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring

I watch your ass a big fall, why?
My main source is 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 change to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the truth to the youth, I say, "Hey
the truth, better start wearing bullet proof"
Arm yourself a shield
you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield