Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's really
He wants you to believe that it was all about
And all I try to do is up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you realise
just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay cause I'm ridin' with ya
credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods units no more (tell me why)
Labels like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always with no radio
Now it's time to the prophesy, times up
Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn shit around
Is put this little in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with brothers
Sell a house, pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through they devide, conquer
And every got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your front
Better the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm holdin you for what this bitch did (kill ya)
you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he fight, please
Let's set shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how insane is
You let em your wife when you had a gat
How you have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a it red
How you gonna records Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta
He should have been killed left in the
And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin'
Before I put a glock in yo' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't no more (nah)
better watch yo' back at the candystore
We up, resort to plan B
Fuck she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim
on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton
You fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david the rap bibler
The stealer, niggas ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap
Don't worry I'm a finish we started
And everybody who wanna scream name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the must survive
You sleep with O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the on, when 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