Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big
it went over the bridge
Jumped out and in the ditch
Broke in a home and stole a stove and fridge
the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for your
Here's a blow for your ribs
While clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know you live, your girl showed me your crib
Unless she me a fib
I'm gonna have both of ya get did
Burning incense, a murder sentence
Under intent, for for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage
I'm from the shitty slums that like the city dumps
Give you a punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, up against the dumpster
With a one dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady on your mother's bumper
She home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, there's no to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy whole breathing system
Twist em like caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
Collapse further states, my track preserve tha
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is
i'll kill you slow AID's infested nuts
I'm vendetta like seven great-molested sluts
Calling me your bitch you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many you got dropped
I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious i smack nuns
It's the rough that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the preacher
Burning MC's most by Herman Kefa
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny
I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow
Shoot down your mother and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades the renegade
Nigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled flow
Big P, the reason canceled their shows
The will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it
The best part of your is when you put my name in it
My squad be, godly, shit 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
a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes
Ask your girl, she the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run
Making half ass songs, snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, like it one bit
You can make a album, won't have one hit
Your entire is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one I can't out-wit
I admit, that my style is
For mamma's boy because I'm on some dumb shit
I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit come get with
egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic
Don't it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent it comes to bent shit
I smoked a blunt my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill where the hell your rent went
that

[Almighty
I killed competition, no way out as an opposition
Execute the passengers on the flight by decision
Then on how shady the business
Terrorists axed by Israelis when visit
in the senate
World war 3 in the making, the exhibition team finish
the ref senseless
No timeout extended play papers your intermission
And increasing the with the blood of Christians
for the messiah, but he don't listen
I pop my wig I top the stove frame boil sizzling
A cook, I do damage to kitchens
Fuck Home Depot, I
When I improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers with lyrics
And grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??

[Almighty
I got a mind full of
in doubles
I buy my in couples
No to replace fumbles
Cause MC's and MC's go, we both flow
from head to toe
No fit a model, we full
You stuck in low, incapable to flow
Everything is tactical, mathematical
Watch flow, unleash and let go
I shit like lava, designer, married to marijuana since a minor
Making it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet fibs, what
Applying death-defying feats, to keep my peace
Flow like to see, when I release these over concrete

Dreadknaughts]
My transitions has taken place
As I vocally on the M-I-CR-O
he's cyphin not equality, I deal unless the
the track and made it real, I know my feel it
Keep their heads bobbin, and the emotional
Plus a cultural cipher show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin of the icing
I'm precision, my double edge continue slicin..