Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my peoples bein' (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I his devils faith
Lets take a closer at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas
It about me and Em, you gotta realise
just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is we here for
Then why ain't the hoods units no more (tell me why)
actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was gold with no radio
Now it's time to the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit
Is put little bitch in the ground
And this so kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while fightin' with there brothers
a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide,
And plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for in your front lobby
Better the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or
As far as I'm concerned you both bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his
You let a clown you, how insane is that
You let em your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm pul it (blaah)
You ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna records Marshall when you dead
make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm hard in the streets of New York and
ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been left in the coffin
And you better keep my out ya fuckin' mouth
I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the
We up, resort to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and your wife Kim anyway
on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there you on his dick
You dress in drag, you up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a punk
You the rap doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap
worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream name
You make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch
But I'm a do it for him, if the must survive
You sleep with five O, you with the feds
Better keep the lights on, they tuck you into bed
I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you die another day