Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, in this Big Lincoln
Till it 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
go for your mids
Here's a body blow for ribs
While you're clutching your and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your showed me your crib
Unless she me a fib
I'm gonna have both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing
I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that like the city dumps
you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the
With a one hundred dollar jumper, in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your bumper
She home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy whole breathing system
Twist em like caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, rates, and I snap vertebrates
Collapse states, my track preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is
i'll you slow like AID's infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested
Calling me bitch nigga? you need 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 that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow
Shoot your mother ship 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 your flow
Big P, the reason canceled their shows
The truth will hurt, see will work your shame in it
The best part of your show is when you put my in it
My squad be, godly, fearin hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I like Chris Farley
Fuck

Who run shit, watch drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb
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 fuck Bugz bitch"
chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs, snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't 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 is unfit
For mamma's baby boy I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your (BITCH!)
Now who the wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop
Don't risk it, get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep
I'm persistent when it to bent shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my
I'm relentless to deny senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's the hell your rent went
that

[Almighty
I killed competition, with no way out as an
Execute the on the flight by executive decision
reminisce on how shady the business
Terrorists axed by Israelis when visit
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team
Beat the ref
No timeout extended play papers your intermission
And increasing the battlefield with the of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he don't
I pop my wig when I top the frame boil sizzling
A pyromaniac cook, I do 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*
hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics
And pistol punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??

[Almighty
I got a mind of troubles
in doubles
I buy my guns in
No to replace fumbles
Cause come and MC's go, we both flow
Injured from to toe
No fit a model, we throttle
You stuck in low, to master flow
is tactical, living mathematical
Watch master flow, and let go
I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana a minor
Making it a chance to see my battleship get you wet like fibs, what
Applying death-defying feats, maintain to keep my
like to see, when I release these beats over concrete

[Almighty
My presidental transitions has place
As I vocally on the M-I-CR-O
Power he's cyphin not equality, I deal the
the and made it real, I know my people feel it
Keep their bobbin, and the emotional sobbin
Plus a cultural cipher after show, slobbin
Knobs, love the flavor of the icing
I'm precision, my double edge continue slicin..