Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) just let me get
(Don't say a word) just and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill
(Don't say a word) and all my and dimes
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, say a word, son
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) it quiet, son

1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they try to keep
Till you dropped off your and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna ya"
For real, I'm like a dead body for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino You gotta see him
What you get to an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go 'head and live
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm than they is
An old man, when they ask what you did you was young
You'll say you hated Chino XL and carried a big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Darwin
Mental revolution with attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, playing you like
I'm feeling an autograph, so many dream of signing me
Vocab and glossy
Expose a flow so expensive it could drain a small country's economy
Commit a sodomy with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but just like Nas to me
Odds are dropped my me, high like Pras in Haiti's
Rips laced like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is where they place on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your hand like Steve Stoute
your mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some
out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you by the feds
My barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez I die
'Cause Chino been the illest I was juvenile, ha
I cash money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, keep women on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life support Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, appearances and wack tours
You should've your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them tough writtens out mouth
quiet like you Shan when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

3]
I been since 1986, when R&B wasn't feeling us
No rap on Train, motherfuck Don Cornelius
Now they all loving us after all that we been
You still think I shouldn't have no beef like a
I and laugh at your CD with my crew
Sound being a fake me is better than being a real you
(Yo, is it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to tell
I ain't feel your albums I swam in Orajel
XL an you can't control
Have MCs release dates like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to for props and not the dollar amounts
Climbed the of success leaned against the wrong house
criminals, you so unfortunate
Only bid you did was on my old Lexus after I auctioned it
See me in the and, straight bitch up
Keeping mouth closed like they lips stitched up
Don't say a

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