Luyện nghe bài hát Def Wish

Yeah, the MC in the motherfuckin'
House, you what I'm sayin'?
The Compton maniac, 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, starts the rap bionic
So enough with that punk shit, with your fucked up
You can't shoot the gift it should 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 done simped to

So if ya got static, go and gather up army
be a short ass punk trying to harm 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 lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank
And it's the MC Eiht on your 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, you are dead

Phase two, it's the 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 shit is in effect
'Cause I'm the type a who'll blast your ass, check
So if your my lyrics, then fool you'll pay
As you commence to say 'em, you'll get decay

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

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

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

The capital E, the capital I, the H, the capital T, down MC
Mike T is the partner down me
Suckers got static, here goes the
So a step 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 like handlin' the business might smoke the

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

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