Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) let me get mines
(Don't say a word) relax 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) it quiet, yo, don't 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 that they try to keep
Till you off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a body coming for its murderer
Shit, you Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one per diem
Go 'head and careless
years from now you'll be explaining to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why famous
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm than they is
An old man, when ask what you did when you was young
say you hated Chino XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, you like Stymie
I'm feeling like an autograph, so many dream of me
extensive and glossy
Expose a flow so expensive it could a small Latin country's economy
Commit a sodomy with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers original, but sounding just like Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully laced like Madonna wardrobe in the
Museum is where they place on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write your left hand like Steve Stoute
your mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum
I lyrically at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you by the feds
My barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
my ashes all over 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
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, I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life like 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
Stay like you Shan when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B feeling us
No rap on Soul Train, Don Cornelius
Now all loving us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't no beef like 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?) naw, nigga, got more to tell
I ain't feel your like I swam in Orajel
XL an you can't control
Have MCs changing release dates 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 ever did was on my old Lexus I auctioned it
See me in the street and, bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed like lips stitched up
Don't say a

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