Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you what 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, drove in this Big
Till it over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the
Broke in a mobile home and a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for mids
Here's a body for your ribs
While you're your stomach and bleeding all over your 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, a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing
While I sit in padded rooms doing
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms 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 slums that look the city dumps
Give you a punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up against the
With a one hundred jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim sticker on your mother's bumper
She home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to em, there's no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy whole breathing system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to that
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
further states, my track preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in the word is fake
i'll you slow like AID's infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested
me your bitch nigga? you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many you got dropped
I'm cut throat when any track runs, when i smack nuns
It's the rough that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny
I kick without a dojo, D-12 flow
Shoot your mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro go knuckle blades with the renegade
tried to go pop, and plus they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and your flow
Big P, the reason canceled their shows
The truth will hurt, see Proof work your shame in it
The best part of your is when you put my name in it
My squad be, godly, shit hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I dope 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 clique made their trip, I made hoes submit
Ask girl, she knows the scoop "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 half ass songs, snares and one kick
I hate your sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a 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 boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit wanna get with
egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit
Now keep your distance, and keep
I'm persistent when it to bent shit
I smoked a with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the hell your went
Fuck

[Almighty
I killed competition, no way out as an opposition
Execute the 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 exhibition finish
Beat the ref
No timeout extended play papers over your
And increasing the battlefield the blood of Christians
Cryin for the messiah, but he listen
I pop my wig I top the stove 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 aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers explicit lyrics
And grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??

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

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