Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

grab the mic and now I damage you
Cut your stamina, here comes the medical examiner
One verse you're out for the count
Bring the make sure he sniffs the right 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
me alone like the son said, G or he'll be fatherless!

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

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the in him
Caught him with a five deadly venom
Told him the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring

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

Go out like Nazi, you'll be wishin your fuckin' ass
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 foot, gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some 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, grab my what, what
Can't understand it, the panaroma

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

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

Put the pedal to the
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 live with pleasure

C'mon be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Philly
I used to write all the time I smoked
Grab the mic, I kinda like went for broke

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

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