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)
MC, you know 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
Till it went the bridge
Jumped out and in the ditch
in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and the ransom note for the kids
go for your mids
Here's a blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over bitch
I know where you live, your girl showed me crib
she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have of ya get did
Burning incense, a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing
While I sit in padded rooms doing
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their
Slit carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in trucks
I'm from the slums that look like the city dumps
you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the
a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's
She came home a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy your breathing system
Twist em beer caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
Collapse further states, my preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is
i'll kill you slow like AID's infested
I'm vendetta like seven great-molested sluts
Calling me your nigga? you need to stop
Reality, one on one how times you got dropped
I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious when i smack
It's the rough neck that makes Muslims run and guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the preacher
Burning MC's wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, was like "money? oh no!"
you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D-12 flow
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp smack (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades the renegade
Nigga tried to go pop, and they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and your flow
Big P, the reason MC's canceled shows
The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your in it
The best part of your show is when you put my in it
My squad be, godly, fearin hardly
So I hope I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley
that

Who run shit, these drums hit
You dove head into some old dumb shit
a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
I'll off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink niggas is who you run with
Making ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't one hit
Your entire is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't
I admit, that my style is
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 armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop
Don't it, you'll get your shit split
Now your distance, and keep existence
I'm persistent it comes to bent shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge my sentence
I'm relentless to you're senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the hell rent went
Fuck

Dreadknaughts]
I killed competition, no way out as an opposition
Execute the passengers on the flight by decision
Then reminisce on how shady the
Terrorists by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in the
war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish
Beat the ref
No timeout play papers 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 pyromaniac cook, I do damage to
Home Depot, I demolition
When I improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers explicit lyrics
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you get eaten??

Dreadknaughts]
I got a mind full of
in doubles
I buy my in couples
No time to replace
MC's come and MC's go, we both flow
Injured from to toe
No fit a model, we full
You stuck in low, incapable to master
Everything is tactical, 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
death-defying feats, maintain to keep my peace
Flow like to see, when I these beats over concrete

[Almighty
My presidental transitions has place
As I spread vocally on the
Power he's cyphin not equality, I deal the
the track and made it real, I know my people it
Keep their heads bobbin, and the emotional
Plus a cipher after show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the
Plus I'm precision, my double edge slicin..