Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

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

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

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

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

So give up to the psycho
Bitin' me Quik will mean you get the duck quick
Not a funny man, but still I gives
Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll
So now your shit luck 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

[Incomprehensible] on time
make 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 mistakes I make, so don't
You's as sorry as fuck, so your ass out a cake
Don't try to bargain with the maestro
On the I'm in a rage with a gangsta show

The capital E, the capital I, the 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 this is what I 'em
A blast from the gat just for talkin' junk
Feel like handlin' the might smoke the punk

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my
And don't be no hero like in the western
At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to me
Grab davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi
And after all that, still be R.I.P.
If you with me, fool, there's your def wish

Yeah, you know what I'm
MC Eiht to the motherfuckin' 91
My DJ mike T's in the motherfuckin'
Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown,

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