Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my peoples raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils
Lets take a closer look at what's happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about
And all I try to do is open up my niggas
It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta
It's just a smokescreen, my there's a bigger picture
I want the to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we for
Then why the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so say so
EPMD was gold with no radio
Now it's time to the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, up
No choise, the way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little in the ground
And so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there
Sell a house, pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide then they devide, conquer
And plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house
Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you stop me (blaah)
Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight,
set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss your wife you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no
Oh don't cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for that you talkin'
I'm goin' in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta
He have been killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya mouth
Before I put a in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the
We Fucked up, resort to B
around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50
I know you wishin' you were cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little
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 what we
And everybody who wanna Pac's name
You don't a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he shoot this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you bed
I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you die another day