Luyện nghe bài hát Die Another Day

Lord us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention I'm ridin' with ya
credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's so they say so
EPMD was always with no radio
Now it's time to the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers die, rise up
No choise, the way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at
Do songs with the devil, while fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we just some drama
Let 'em slide through then devide, conquer
And every plantation got a a house niggas
D12, Shady Records a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in front lobby
Better the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Rosenberg, you fat fuckin' 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 concerned you both gonna (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight,
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 have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a 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
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em Boston
He have been killed left in the coffin
And you better my kids out ya fuckin' mouth
Before I put a in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth
Tell Haley it safe no more (nah)
Daddy better yo' back at the candystore
We up, resort to plan B
Fuck around she and up like Jon Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim
She's on her somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on John
You closet fag, I'm a you a little 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
worry I'm a finish what we started
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 shoot this alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must
You sleep with five O, you with the feds
Better keep the lights on, 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