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 then out for the count
Bring the ammonia make he sniffs 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 bother
Leave me alone the son said, G or he'll be fatherless!

I got the asiatic mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the count of Crisco
And MC's to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started Spanish

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

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

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

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

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

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

A view of how I defeat you
Should of stepped to fuckin' kids who tried to beat you
Yeah I bust that ass
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 person who did 'em, well you better
So I'm stepping to your ass jetta

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

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

With visually concepts rhymes and biceps
speakin', three to four rhymes then choke
Some think they be this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But still remains anonymous

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