Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my bein' raped (uh)
me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's happenin'
He wants you to that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas
It wasn't me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my there's a bigger picture
I want the to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no (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 gotta die, up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this around
Is put this little in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just drama
Let 'em slide then they devide, conquer
And plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your lobby
Better call the secret service, if you stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat 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 wanna fight,
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 gonna a gun with 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 sell records Marshall when you dead
make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em Boston
He should have been left in the coffin
And you better keep my out ya fuckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin'
Tell Haley it safe no more (nah)
better 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 fact you check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and your wife Kim anyway
on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton
You closet fag, I'm a king you a punk
You the rap david the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, 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 wanna scream name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the must survive
You sleep with O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the lights on, they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' ass, find out where you lay
When set you up you gonna die another day