Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my peoples raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his faith
Lets take a closer look at really happenin'
He you to believe that 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 the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always with no radio
Now it's to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall gotta die, rise up
No choise, the way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this bitch in the ground
And this so kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a house
D12, Shady just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in 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 concerned you both bleed (bitch)
Talkin' he wanna fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his
You let a clown clown you, how insane is
You let em tonguekiss 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 ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New and
ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He have been killed left in the coffin
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)
Daddy better watch yo' at the candystore
We Fucked up, to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Ramsey (that's right)
of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and your wife Kim anyway
She's on her somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick
You in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little
You the rap david the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap
worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream 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 hood survive
You sleep five O, you walk with 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