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 examiner
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs the amount

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

I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
up on the scene like the count of Monte Crisco
And start to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, 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
him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the you bring

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

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

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

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

A complete view of how I 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 coming with motherfucking shit that's 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 your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I the bone, kicks your every measure
It's not a Newport but it's still live with

C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a Motown
I used to write all the time when I
Grab the mic, then I like went for broke

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

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