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
off real proper, you know what I'm sayin', damn

Suckers, I go for broke so don't choke on the
'Cause if I hit the chronic, starts the rap bionic
So enough with punk shit, with your fucked up lyrics
You can't shoot the gift like it 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 who done simped to death

So if ya got static, go and up your army
You'll be a short ass punk to harm me
I bet you sorry MC's seen this
A sucker punk hung up by his
So watch out for a sucker on the
'Cause while Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' to the bank
And it's the MC on your shit list
Commence to killin' you off, you got's def wish

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

Phase two, it's the brother who be
over punks like my brother Bo Jackson
As your card's on freeze frame your
the Eiht double M and I'll keep stickin'
All that pay back shit is in
'Cause I'm the type a brother blast your ass, check
So if your my lyrics, then fool you'll pay
As you to say 'em, you'll 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
are deadly plagues, the death toll rises
So now your shit outta luck your rhyme scheme
And now I hunt punk ass in your bad dreams
Another victory on my list, one more punk ass with a def wish

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

Now say your prayers, because it's to get with this
I'll haunt your studio, become 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 the maniac 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
Mike T is the partner with me
Suckers got static, here the G-A-T
So take a up and play for the rhythm
From boy and this is what I give 'em
A blast from the gat for talkin' that junk
Feel like handlin' the business smoke the punk

I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my
And don't be no like 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 with me, fool, there's your def

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

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