Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

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

him up and then 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 with disco
Roll up on the scene like the of Monte Crisco
And MC's to vanish
I up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish

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

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

I watch your ass 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 wishin your fuckin' ass
Home and yahtzee!
Or watchin' Days' sweatin' Poxie
Ralphie and Richie 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 'Night Fever' shit like Travolta

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

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

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

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
up in a Motown Philly
I used to write all the when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for

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

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