Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

Yeah, the MC in the motherfuckin'
House, you know what I'm
The Compton maniac, here to break ass
Something off proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The E, the capital I, the capital H, the capital T, down MC
Mike T is the partner with me
Suckers got static, here the G-A-T
So take a step up and play for the
From Compton boy and is what I give 'em
A blast from the gat just for talkin' 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, you'll your luck and try to shoot me
Grab davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi
And all that, you'll still be R.I.P.
If you with 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 motherfuckin'
Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown,

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