Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils
Lets take a closer at what's really happenin'
He wants you to that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is up my niggas eyes
It wasn't me and Em, you gotta realise
It's 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 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 turn the prophesy, up
Mathers gotta 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 with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just drama
Let 'em through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what bitch did (kill ya)
you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' he wanna fight, please
set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how is that
You let em your wife when you had a gat
How you have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya blond, I'm a make it red
How you sell records Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for that you talkin'
I'm hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em Boston
He should have been left in the coffin
And you keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' at the candystore
We Fucked up, to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Benet (that's right)
Matter of fact you check the DNA (what)
She probably yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees 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 david the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas 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 scream name
You don't a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must
You sleep five O, you walk with the feds
Better the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you die another day