Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

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

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

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum
I lyrically pillage at a percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it you questioned by the feds
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the since I was juvenile, ha
I cash money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger finger got the realest frequent flyer 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 rapper could me
I'm their careers on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, appearances and wack tours
You should've named your last album "What The For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you Shan when KRS was in the
say a word

3]
I been since 1986, when R&B wasn't feeling us
No rap on Soul Train, motherfuck Don
Now they all loving us after all that we been
You still think I shouldn't no beef like a Hindu?
I and laugh at your CD with my crew
Sound like being a fake me is than being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got to tell
I ain't feel your like I swam in Orajel
XL an you can't control
Have MCs changing dates like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for and not the dollar amounts
Climbed the ladder of success 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 street and, straight up
Keeping they mouth closed they lips stitched up
say a word

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