Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

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

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

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

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'
over punks like my brother Bo Jackson
As your on freeze frame your chicken
the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'
All pay back shit is in effect
'Cause I'm the type a brother blast your ass, check
So if your bitin' my lyrics, fool you'll pay
As you to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay

So give up to the Compton
Bitin' me Quik mean you get the duck 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 hunt your punk ass in your bad
Another victory on my list, one more punk ass with a def wish

right on time
I'll make you famous, now 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 your lyricist
No mistakes I make, so don't
You's as sorry as fuck, so your ass out a cake
Don't try to with the maniac maestro
On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta

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

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my
And don't be no hero in the western days
At sundown, you'll 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 Eiht to the motherfuckin' 91
My DJ mike T's in the house
with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown, yeah

Right on time, make you famous, then you are dead