Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his faith
Lets a closer look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe it was all about rappin'
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 niggas there's a bigger
I want the to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like good so they say so
EPMD was always with no radio
Now it's to turn the prophesy, times up
Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit
Is put this bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady at eachother
Do songs the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide,
And every got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady just a bunch of house niggas
Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better the secret service, if you gonna stop 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 concerned you 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 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 dyed ya hear blond, I'm a it red
How you gonna records Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm hard 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 keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin'
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 Benet (that's right)
of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on John
You closet fag, I'm a you a little punk
You the rap doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas ain't ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap
Don't worry I'm a what we started
And everybody who scream Pac's name
You make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the
Better keep the lights on, when tuck you into bed
I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you gonna die day