Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the
House, you what I'm sayin'?
The Compton maniac, here to your ass
Something off real proper, you know what I'm sayin',

Suckers, I go for so don't choke on the smoke
'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap
So enough with punk shit, with your fucked up lyrics
You can't shoot the gift it should be shot
Gots no hearts, ass marks, don't start, you'll get got
And at the end of the trail is what's
Is a motherfucker who done simped to death

So if ya got static, go and gather up your
You'll be a short ass trying to harm me
I bet you sorry MC's never this
A punk hung up by his penis
So watch out for a sucker on the
'Cause Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank
And it's the MC Eiht on shit list
Commence to killin' you off, you your def wish

I'll make you famous, now I go for my gun
You start shooting, then you are

two, it's the brother who be taxin'
Runnin' over punks like my Bo Jackson
As card's on freeze frame your chicken
It's the Eiht double M and keep stickin'
All that pay back shit is in
'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass,
So if bitin' my lyrics, then fool you'll pay
As you commence to say 'em, you'll get decay

So give up to the psycho
Bitin' me will mean you get the duck sick quick
Not a man, but still I gives surprises
Lyrics are deadly plagues, the toll rises
So now your shit outta luck with your scheme
And now I hunt your punk ass in bad dreams
Another on my list, one more punk ass fool with a def wish

right on time
I'll you famous, now when I go for my gun
You shooting [Incomprehensible], then you are dead

Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get this
I'll haunt your studio, your ghost lyricist
No mistakes I make, so don't
You's as sorry as fuck, so your ass out a cake
Don't try to with the maniac maestro
On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta

The capital E, the capital I, the capital H, the T, down MC
Mike T is the partner down me
Suckers got static, here the G-A-T
So take a up and play for the rhythm
From Compton boy and this is what I 'em
A blast from the gat just for that junk
Feel like handlin' the business smoke the punk

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my
And don't be no hero in the western days
At sundown, you'll press luck and try to shoot me
your davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi
And all that, you'll still be R.I.P.
If you fuck with me, fool, there's your def

Yeah, you know what I'm
MC Eiht steppin' to the 91
My DJ T's in the motherfuckin' house
Down the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah

Right on time, I'll make you famous, you are dead