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 the medical examiner
One verse then out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs the right

Wake him up and I ask him, "Why did he intend this?"
Competition to get an ass kickin' so
Boy you bother this
me alone like 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 start to vanish
I stepped up to a jet kid, started speakin' Spanish

Yo he from Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He so fast, you made me laugh
Ha ha ha haa, then I his ass

Kick the hundred strongest rhymes, I brought out the in him
him with 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 is like a friendly game of stick ball
And as you step up to bat 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 ass stayed
and played yahtzee!
Or 'Happy Days' sweatin' Poxie
Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

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

I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the
And rock on from p.m. the fucking dawn
Pass the hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what,
understand it, here's the panaroma

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

And want to a massacre
Better be coming with motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did 'em, well you just
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 your every
It's not a but it's still live with pleasure

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

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

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