Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big
Till it over the bridge
out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the note for the kids
I'ma go for mids
Here's a body for your ribs
you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl me your crib
Unless she me a fib
Then I'm gonna have of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing
While I sit in rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage
I'm from the shitty slums that look the city dumps
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me
See me summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your bumper
She came screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

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

Who run shit, these drums hit
You dove head first into old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to get
Your made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop "don't fuck Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, have you one tit
Them belly niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs, snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't one hit
Your outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one I can't out-wit
I admit, that my is unfit
For mamma's boy because I'm on some dumb shit
I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll 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 your distance, and keep
I'm persistent when it comes to bent
I a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to you're senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's the hell your rent went
that

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

Dreadknaughts]
I got a mind full of
in doubles
I buy my guns in
No time to replace
Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both
from head to toe
No fit a model, we throttle
You stuck in low, incapable to flow
is tactical, living mathematical
Watch master flow, and let go
I like lava, original 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, maintain to my peace
Flow like to see, when I release these beats concrete

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