Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

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

Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the
'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht the rap bionic
So enough with that punk shit, with your fucked up
You can't the gift 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 left
Is a sucker motherfucker who done to death

So if ya got static, go and up your army
be a short ass punk 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 while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' to the bank
And the MC Eiht on your shit list
Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def

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

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

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

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

Now say your prayers, because difficult to get with this
I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost
No I make, so don't fake
as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake
Don't try to bargain with the maniac
On the I'm in a rage with a gangsta show

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

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 press your and try to shoot me
Grab your Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi
And after all that, still be R.I.P.
If you fuck with me, fool, your def wish

Yeah, you what I'm sayin'?
MC Eiht steppin' to the 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