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 closer 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 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 like it's good so they say so
was always gold with no radio
Now it's time to the prophesy, times up
Marshall gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn shit around
Is put this bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at
Do songs the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, fuckin' pitiful, we always just some
Let 'em slide through they 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 call the secret service, if you stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat pig
I'm you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both bleed (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 your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun 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 Marshall when you dead
Motherfuck make you pay for that you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta
He should have killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin'
Before I put a glock in yo' mouth
Tell it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' at the candystore
We Fucked up, to plan B
Fuck around she and up Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on John
You fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap
Don't I'm a finish what 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 would shoot this bitch
But I'm a do it for him, if the must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you bed
Cause I'm a get yo' ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you die another day