Luyện nghe bài hát Desperados

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

Chauvinist pig, drove in Big Lincoln
Till it went over the
out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the
go for your mids
Here's a body blow for ribs
While clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitch
I where you live, your girl showed me your crib
she told me a fib
Then I'm gonna have of ya get did
Burning incense, a murder sentence
Under intent, for investigation for killing
I sit in padded rooms doing 'shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with jabbed in their wombs
Slit your carpet and rugs, and your apartment up
Sticking up all the drugs, and jumping in trucks
I'm from the shitty slums that look the city dumps
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, 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, there's no to diss em
The Herry Heathen, your whole breathing system
Twist em like beer caps, who wants to that
Rap, murder rates, and I vertebrates
Collapse further states, my track preserve tha
Your pack deserve a crate, in fact the is fake
kill you slow like AID's infested nuts
I'm holding vendetta like great-molested sluts
Calling me your nigga? you need to stop
Reality, one on one how times 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 (VOLCANIC!), the sermon
Burning MC's wanted by Herman Kefa
You to get a squad, they was like "money? oh no!"
Leavin you brain dead, trees with Sonny Bono
I kick a dojo, D-12 slow flow
Shoot down your mother ship and pimp smack (*smack* yea!)
No pro wanna go knuckle blades with the
tried to go pop, and plus they minute made
My lieutenant sprayed your brigade, and trampled your
Big P, the MC's canceled their shows
The truth will hurt, see Proof will work shame in it
The best part of your is when you put my name in it
My be, godly, fearin shit hardly
So I hope I'ma die, I dope like Chris Farley
Fuck

Who run shit, watch drums hit
You dove head into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to get
Your clique made their trip, I them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she the scoop "don't fuck with Bugz bitch"
chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't it one bit
You can make a double album, won't one hit
Your outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I out-wit
I admit, that my is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some shit
Like I commit arsony, get quick
You the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit (BITCH!)
Now who the nit-wit wanna get with
egotistic, hip-hop fundamental-istic
Don't risk it, get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep
I'm persistent when it to bent shit
I smoked a blunt my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're
Yo bitch! pay my that's where the hell your rent went
that

[Almighty
I killed competition, with no way out as an
Execute the on the flight by executive decision
Then reminisce on how the business
Terrorists by Israelis when they visit
in the senate
World war 3 in the making, murdered the exhibition team
Beat the ref
No timeout extended play papers over intermission
And increasing the battlefield with the 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 Depot, I demolition
When I improve, I'll be there to fix it
For my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuition *COUGHS*
Only hang out with rappers with explicit
And pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you get eaten??

[Almighty
I got a mind of troubles
in doubles
I buy my in couples
No time to replace
Cause MC's come and MC's go, we both
from head to toe
No fit a model, we throttle
You stuck in low, to master flow
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 battleship could get you wet like fibs,
Applying death-defying feats, to keep my peace
Flow like to see, when I these beats over concrete

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