Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big
Till it went over the
Jumped out and dove in the
Broke in a home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the
I'ma go for your
Here's a body blow for your
While clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I know where you live, your girl me your crib
she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a sentence
intent, for investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up
up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty that look like the city dumps
you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady on your mother's bumper
She home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, there's no to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to that
Rap, rates, and I snap vertebrates
further states, my track preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is
i'll kill you slow like AID's infested
I'm holding vendetta like seven great-molested
Calling me bitch nigga? you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many times you got
I'm cut throat when any track runs, conscious when i smack
the rough neck that makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman
You tried to get a squad, was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, trees with Sonny Bono
I without a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your mother and pimp smack mojo (*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 trampled flow
Big P, the MC's canceled their shows
The will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in it
The part of your show is when you put my name in it
My be, godly, fearin shit hardly
So I when I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley
that

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 with Bugz bitch"
I'll off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them belly niggas is who you run with
half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, have one hit
Your entire outfit is on bullshit
And not a damn one that I can't out-wit
I admit, that my style is
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some shit
Like I arsony, get harm quick
You the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit wanna come get
egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit
Now keep your distance, and existence
I'm persistent when it comes to bent
I smoked a blunt with my judge my sentence
I'm relentless to deny senseless
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the hell your went
that

[Almighty
I killed competition, no way out as an opposition
Execute the passengers on the by executive decision
Then reminisce on how shady the
Terrorists axed by Israelis when visit
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, murdered the team finish
the ref senseless
No extended play papers over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield with the blood of
Cryin for the messiah, but he don't
I pop my wig when I top the stove frame boil
A pyromaniac cook, I do to kitchens
Fuck Home Depot, I
When I home improve, be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition *COUGHS*
hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you get eaten??

Dreadknaughts]
I got a mind of troubles
Everythings in
I buy my guns in
No to replace fumbles
Cause MC's and MC's go, we both flow
Injured 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 like 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 on the M-I-CR-O
Power cyphin 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 cultural cipher after show, slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin of the icing
I'm precision, my double edge continue slicin..