Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord help us, my bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils
Lets take a closer at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about
And all I try to do is open up my niggas
It about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so 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 way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little bitch in the
And so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some
Let 'em slide through then devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a 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)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm holdin you for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or
As far as I'm you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he fight, please
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 wife you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no
Oh don't cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records Marshall you dead
make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New and
ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin'
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin'
Tell Haley it ain't safe no (nah)
Daddy better yo' back at the candystore
We up, resort to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Benet (that's right)
Matter of fact you better the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your Kim anyway
She's on her knees suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were 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 doer the rap
The coacher stealer, niggas 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 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 must
You sleep five O, you walk with the feds
Better the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you die another day