Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all rappin'
And all I try to do is up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you realise
It's just a smokescreen, my there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay 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 it's so they say so
EPMD was always gold no radio
Now it's to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna this shit around
Is put little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide then they devide, conquer
And every got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Records just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you stop me (blaah)
Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or
As far as I'm concerned you gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he fight, please
Let's set that 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 have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a it red
How you gonna sell Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for that bullshit you
I'm hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed in the coffin
And you keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no (nah)
Daddy watch yo' back at the candystore
We up, resort to plan B
Fuck she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you there cause 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 doer the rap
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 scream Pac's name
You make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must
You sleep with five O, you walk the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you bed
I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When set you up you gonna die another day