Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo turn the heads and the up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you what I'm sayin (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
Super MC, you what I mean
Bugz (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA), Dirty and all that, all that
You know what I'm sayin, Desperados the cars, Eminem

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big
it went over the bridge
Jumped out and in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the
I'ma go for mids
Here's a blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your
I know where you live, your girl me your crib
she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a sentence
intent, for investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded doing 'shrooms
Having visions of pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your up
Sticking up all the drugs, and in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the dumps
you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, up against the dumpster
With a one hundred jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim sticker on your mother's bumper
She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, there's no to diss em
The Herry Heathen, your whole breathing system
Twist em like caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
further states, my track preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the is fake
i'll kill you slow AID's infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested
Calling me your bitch nigga? you to stop
Reality, one on one how many you got dropped
I'm cut throat any track runs, conscious when i smack nuns
It's the rough neck makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher
MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin with Sonny Bono
I kick a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the
Nigga to go pop, and plus they minute made
My sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow
Big P, the reason MC's canceled their
The truth will hurt, see Proof will your shame in it
The best part of your show is you put my name in it
My squad be, godly, fearin hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I dope Chris Farley
that

Who run shit, watch these hit
You dove head first some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to get
Your clique made their trip, I made them submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop "don't with Bugz bitch"
chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly is who you run with
Making half ass songs, snares and one kick
I hate your sound, don't like it one bit
You can a double album, won't have one hit
entire outfit is on some bullshit
And not a damn one that I can't out-wit
I admit, that my is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm
You pull the switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop
Don't it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bent
I a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the your rent went
that

[Almighty
I competition, with no way out as an opposition
Execute the passengers on the by executive decision
reminisce on how shady the business
Terrorists axed by when they visit
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, the exhibition team finish
the ref senseless
No timeout extended papers over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield with the of Christians
for the messiah, but he don't listen
I pop my wig when I top the stove frame sizzling
A pyromaniac cook, I do to kitchens
Home Depot, I demolition
When I home improve, be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my *inhales* *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers with explicit
And pistol grip with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??

Dreadknaughts]
I got a mind of troubles
Everythings in
I buy my in couples
No time to replace
Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both
from head to toe
No fit a model, we full
You in low, incapable to master flow
Everything is tactical, living
Watch master flow, and let go
I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana a minor
Making it a chance to see my could get you wet like fibs, what
Applying death-defying feats, maintain to keep my
Flow like to see, when I release beats over concrete

[Almighty
My transitions has taken place
As I spread vocally on the
Power he's cyphin not equality, I deal the
the track and made it real, I my people feel it
Keep heads bobbin, and the emotional sobbin
Plus a cultural cipher show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin of the icing
Plus I'm precision, my edge continue slicin..