Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my peoples raped (uh)
me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets a closer look at what's 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 a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm with ya
credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' it's good so they say so
EPMD was always with no radio
Now time to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this around
Is put this bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, going 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 plantation got a bunch a niggas
D12, Shady Records a bunch of house niggas
Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what this did (kill ya)
Cause you me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can him to his knees
You let a clown you, how insane is that
You let em your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun no bullets
Oh don't worry when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You ya hear 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' hard in the streets of New and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em Boston
He should have been killed in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya mouth
I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it safe no more (nah)
better watch yo' back at the candystore
We Fucked up, resort to B
Fuck around she and up Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and your wife Kim anyway
She's on her somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little
You the rap doer 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 Pac's name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the
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 O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the on, when they tuck you into bed
I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you die another day