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 of ill lines
(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) it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) it quiet, son

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

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Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of to the Slum Village
I pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the
My talent barely recognized Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the illest I was juvenile, ha
I make money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
finger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper stop me
I'm putting their careers on support like Jody Watley's
I'm of S-curls, guest appearances and wack tours
You named your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them tough out your mouth
Stay like you Shan when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

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

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