Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) let me get mines
(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 groupies and
(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

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

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Yo, hey Detroit! Show me love
out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically at a high percentage
And you keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My talent recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause been the illest since 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 debt, everyone I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Jody
I'm tired of S-curls, appearances and wack tours
You should've named your last album "What The For?"
I you ain't spitting them tough writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B 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 a Hindu?
I listen and at your CD with my crew
Sound like being a fake me is better than a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to
I ain't feel your albums like I in Orajel
XL an artist you control
Have MCs changing release dates like they're prisoners parole
Yeah, I used to rock for props and not the amounts
Climbed the ladder of success leaned the wrong house
criminals, you so unfortunate
Only bid you ever did was on my old after I auctioned it
See me in the street and, straight up
Keeping they mouth like they lips stitched up
say a word

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