Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

Wake him up and I ask him, "Why did he intend this?"
to get an ass kickin' so tremendous
Boy you bother this
Leave me alone like the son said, G or be fatherless!

I got the flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the count of Crisco
And start to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started 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

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the in him
Caught him a strong five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
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 game of stick
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
Home and yahtzee!
Or watchin' 'Happy Days' sweatin'
With and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pull strings Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go to the days of Eddie Kendricks
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