Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

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

Ay yo
Proceed to em, there's no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy whole breathing system
em like beer caps, who wants to hear that
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 infested
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested
Calling me your bitch you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many times you got
I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious i smack nuns
It's the rough neck makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher
MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, slow flow
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades the renegade
Nigga tried to go pop, and they minute made
My sprayed your brigade, and trampled your flow
Big P, the reason MC's their shows
The truth will hurt, see Proof will your 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 when I'ma die, I like Chris Farley
that

Who run shit, these 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 hoes
Ask your girl, she the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, have you one tit
Them pink belly is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one
I hate your sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some
And there's not a damn one that I out-wit
I admit, that my is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some shit
I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit wanna get with
This egotistic, fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep
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

[Almighty
I killed competition, with no way out as an
Execute the passengers on the by executive decision
Then reminisce on how shady the
Terrorists axed by Israelis they visit
Bombed in the
war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team finish
Beat the ref
No timeout extended papers over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield with the of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he listen
I pop my wig when I top the stove frame boil
A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to
Fuck Home Depot, I
I home 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 lyrics
And pistol grip punks a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??

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

[Almighty
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
their heads bobbin, and the emotional sobbin
Plus a cultural cipher show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin of the icing
Plus I'm precision, my double edge slicin..