Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, in this Big Lincoln
it went over the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the
Broke in a home and stole a stove and fridge
the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for mids
Here's a body blow for ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all your bitch
I know you live, your 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 for killing infants
While I sit in rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage
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, up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's
She came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers her...

Ay yo
Proceed to em, there's no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy your whole system
Twist em like beer caps, who to hear that
Rap, rates, and I snap vertebrates
further states, my track preserve tha grave
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the is fake
i'll kill you slow like infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta like seven sluts
Calling me your bitch nigga? you need to
Reality, one on one how many you got dropped
I'm cut when any track runs, conscious when i smack nuns
It's the rough neck that Muslims run and pack guns
I'm (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman
You tried to get a squad, they was "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Bono
I without a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down mother ship and pimp smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle with the renegade
Nigga tried to go pop, and plus minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled flow
Big P, the reason MC's canceled their
The truth will hurt, see Proof work your shame in it
The best part of your show is you put my name in it
My squad be, godly, shit hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I dope like Farley
that

Who run shit, watch drums hit
You dove head first some old dumb shit
a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I them hoes submit
Ask girl, she knows the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one
I hate your damn sound, like it one bit
You can a double 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, my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some shit
Like I arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit wanna come get
This egotistic, fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, you'll get your split
Now keep your distance, and existence
I'm persistent when it to bent shit
I smoked a blunt my judge before my sentence
I'm to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch! pay my that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck

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

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

[Almighty
My transitions has taken place
As I spread vocally on the
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
a cultural cipher after show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, love the fuckin flavor of the
Plus I'm precision, my double continue slicin..