Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

Wake him up and then I ask him, "Why did he 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 flow mixed with
Roll up on the scene like the count of Monte
And MC's start to
I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin' Spanish

Yo he wasn't from
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He responded so fast, you made me
Ha ha ha haa, then I his ass

the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong 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 of stick ball
And as you step up to bat mana dn I the riddler
You try to do me for a then I'll change to Hitler

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

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

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

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

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

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

C'mon don't be silly, a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Motown
I used to write all the when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like 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 remains anonymous

I pull strings Jimi Hendrix
Ride beats that 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 just like the in the cornfield