Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

Yeah, the MC Eiht's in the
House, you know I'm sayin'?
The Compton maniac, here to break 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 the rap bionic
So with that punk shit, with your fucked up lyrics
You can't the gift like it should be shot
Gots no hearts, ass marks, don't start, you'll get got
And at the end of the trail is left
Is a sucker who done simped to death

So if ya got static, go and up your army
You'll be a ass punk trying to harm me
I bet you sorry MC's seen this
A punk hung up by his penis
So watch out for a on the gank
'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' to the bank
And it's the MC on your shit list
Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def

make you famous, now when I go for my gun
You start shooting, you are dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you know I'm sayin'?
MC steppin' to the motherfuckin' 91
My DJ mike T's in the house
Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown,

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