Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

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

Suckers, I go for broke so don't on the smoke
'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht the rap bionic
So enough with that punk shit, 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 motherfucker who done 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 never seen 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 the MC Eiht on your shit list
Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def

I'll you famous, now when 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 your on freeze frame your chicken
It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep
All that pay back 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 to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay

So give up to the psycho
Bitin' me Quik will you get the duck sick quick
Not a man, but still I gives surprises
Lyrics are 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

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

Now say your prayers, because it's difficult to get with
I'll haunt your studio, become your lyricist
No I make, so don't 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 with a gangsta

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

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my
And be no hero like in the western days
At sundown, you'll press your and try to shoot me
your davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi
And after all that, you'll be R.I.P.
If you with me, fool, there's your def wish

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

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