Luyện nghe bài hát Damage

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

I'll grab the mic and now I 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

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

I got the asiatic flow mixed disco
Roll up on the scene like the of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to
I stepped up to a jet black kid, speakin' Spanish

Yo he from Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntama"
He responded so fast, you made me
Ha ha ha haa, I scared 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 slang, that'll crush the shit you bring

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

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

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

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

A complete view of how I 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, you just better
So I'm stepping to raggedy ass jetta

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

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

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

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