Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, drove in this Big
Till it went the bridge
out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the
I'ma go for mids
a body blow for your ribs
While you're clutching your stomach and all over your bitch
I know you live, your girl showed me your crib
Unless she me a fib
I'm gonna 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 apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look like the city
you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch
See me every summer, layin up the dumpster
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern
Got my Slim sticker on your mother's bumper
She came home screamin a of motherfuckers jumped her...

Ay yo
Proceed to list em, no need to diss em
The Herry Heathen, destroy whole breathing system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to hear
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
Collapse further states, my track tha grave
Your deserve a crate, in fact the word is fake
i'll kill you slow AID's infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta seven great-molested sluts
Calling me your bitch nigga? you to stop
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 makes Muslims run and pack guns
I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the preacher
Burning most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees Sonny Bono
I kick without a dojo, D-12 slow
Shoot down your mother ship and smack mojo (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go blades with 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 canceled their
The truth will hurt, see Proof will work your in it
The part of your show is when you put my name in it
My squad be, godly, fearin hardly
So I hope when I'ma die, I dope Chris Farley
that

Who run shit, watch drums hit
You head first into 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"
I'll chop off her titti, you sucking one tit
Them pink belly niggas is who you run
half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate damn sound, don't 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, that my style is
For baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in armpit (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 keep
I'm persistent it comes to bent shit
I smoked a with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're
Yo bitch! pay my bill that's where the your rent went
that

[Almighty
I killed competition, with no way out as an
Execute the passengers on the flight by decision
Then on how shady the business
Terrorists by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in the
World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition finish
Beat the ref
No timeout extended play over your intermission
And increasing the battlefield the blood of Christians
for the messiah, but he don't listen
I pop my wig when I top the frame boil sizzling
A pyromaniac cook, I do damage to
Home Depot, I demolition
When I improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down aid smoked up my intuition *inhales* *COUGHS*
hang out with rappers with explicit lyrics
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you get eaten??

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

[Almighty
My transitions has taken place
As I vocally on the M-I-CR-O
Power cyphin not equality, I deal unless the
the track and made it real, I know my feel it
Keep their heads bobbin, and the sobbin
a cultural cipher after show, hoes slobbin
Knobs, the fuckin flavor of the icing
I'm precision, my double edge continue slicin..