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), Dirty and all that, all that
You know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars,

Chauvinist pig, in this Big Lincoln
Till it went over the
out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and
the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for mids
a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over bitch
I know where you live, girl showed me your crib
she told me a fib
Then I'm have both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a murder
Under intent, for investigation for infants
I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and your apartment up
up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty that look like the city dumps
Give you a punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern
Got my Slim Shady sticker on mother's bumper
She came home a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, your whole breathing system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
Collapse further states, my track preserve tha
Your pack a crate, in fact the word is fake
i'll kill you slow like AID's nuts
I'm holding vendetta seven great-molested sluts
Calling me your bitch nigga? you need to
Reality, one on one how many times you got
I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious when i nuns
It's the neck that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the preacher
Burning MC's wanted by Herman Kefa
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D-12 flow
down your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades the renegade
tried to go pop, and plus they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and your flow
Big P, the MC's canceled their shows
The truth hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it
The best part of your show is when you put my in it
My squad be, godly, shit hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I dope like Chris
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 scoop "don't fuck Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, have you one tit
Them belly niggas is who you run with
half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, like it one bit
You can a double album, won't have one hit
entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I out-wit
I admit, that my style is
For mamma's baby boy I'm on some dumb shit
Like I arsony, get harm quick
You the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop
risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and existence
I'm persistent when it comes to 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 your rent went
Fuck

Dreadknaughts]
I killed competition, no way out as an opposition
the passengers on the flight by executive decision
Then on how shady the business
Terrorists axed by when they visit
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, murdered the team finish
the ref senseless
No timeout extended play over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield the blood of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he listen
I pop my wig when I top the stove boil sizzling
A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to
Fuck Home Depot, I
When I improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for finical aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers with explicit
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you get eaten??

[Almighty
I got a mind of troubles
in doubles
I buy my guns in
No to replace fumbles
Cause MC's and MC's go, we both flow
Injured from to toe
No fit a model, we full
You stuck in low, to master flow
Everything is tactical, mathematical
master flow, unleash 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 feats, maintain to keep my peace
Flow like to see, when I release these beats over

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