Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

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

Suckers, I go for broke so choke on the smoke
'Cause if I hit the chronic, starts the rap bionic
So enough with that 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 is what's left
Is a sucker motherfucker who done to death

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

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

Phase two, it's the who be taxin'
Runnin' over punks like my Bo Jackson
As your card's on freeze frame chicken
It's the Eiht double M and I'll stickin'
All that pay back shit is in
'Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast ass, check
So if bitin' 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 will mean you get the duck sick quick
Not a funny man, but still I surprises
Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll
So now your shit outta luck with your scheme
And now I hunt your punk ass in bad dreams
Another victory on my list, one punk ass fool with a def wish

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

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

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

I run the one, fool, so get hip to my ways
And don't be no hero in the western days
At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to me
your davey Crocket, I'll grab 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 what I'm sayin'?
MC Eiht to the motherfuckin' 91
My DJ T's in the motherfuckin' house
Down the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah

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