Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

Yo,(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) ay yo the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know 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 the cars, Eminem

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big
Till it went over the
Jumped out and in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a and fridge
the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'ma go for your
Here's a blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and all over your bitch
I know where you live, your showed me your crib
Unless she me a fib
Then I'm gonna both of ya get did
Burning incense, facing a sentence
Under intent, for for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms 'shrooms
visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and in garbage trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city
Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me
See me summer, layin up against the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, in southern comfort
Got my Slim Shady sticker on mother's bumper
She came home screamin a of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, there's no need to em
The Herry Heathen, destroy whole breathing system
em like beer caps, who wants to hear that
Rap, rates, and I snap vertebrates
Collapse further states, my track tha grave
pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake
i'll kill you slow like AID's nuts
I'm holding vendetta like seven sluts
Calling me your bitch you need to stop
Reality, one on one how many times you got
I'm cut throat when any runs, conscious when i smack nuns
It's the rough neck that makes run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon
Burning MC's most by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, was like "money? oh no!"
you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I kick a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle with the renegade
Nigga to go pop, and plus they minute made
My lieutenant your brigade, and trampled your flow
Big P, the reason 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 squad be, godly, shit hardly
So I hope I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley
Fuck

Who run shit, watch these hit
You dove head first into some old shit
a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop "don't with Bugz bitch"
I'll chop off her titti, you sucking one tit
Them belly niggas is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one
I hate damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't one hit
entire outfit is on some 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 dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit come get with
This egotistic, fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, you'll get shit split
Now keep distance, and keep 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 rent
that

[Almighty
I killed competition, with no way out as an
Execute the passengers on the by executive decision
Then on how shady the business
axed by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team
Beat the ref
No timeout extended play over your intermission
And increasing the with 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 to kitchens
Fuck Home Depot, I
When I 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 rappers with explicit lyrics
And grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten??

Dreadknaughts]
I got a mind of troubles
in doubles
I buy my guns in
No to replace fumbles
Cause come and MC's go, we both flow
Injured head to toe
No fit a model, we full
You stuck in low, incapable to flow
Everything is tactical, living
Watch flow, unleash and let go
I shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a
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 over concrete

Dreadknaughts]
My presidental transitions has place
As I spread vocally on the
Power he's cyphin not equality, I unless the
the track and made it real, I know my people it
Keep their heads bobbin, and the emotional
Plus a cultural cipher after show, slobbin
Knobs, love the flavor of the icing
Plus I'm precision, my edge continue slicin..