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 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) 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 dropped off your label and A&R fired
But real like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per
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, they 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 Charles
Mental revolution with attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, playing you Stymie
I'm feeling like an autograph, so dream of signing me
Vocab and glossy
Expose a flow so expensive it could drain a Latin country's economy
Commit a sodomy with 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 laced like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is where they these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left like Steve Stoute
Shut mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of to the Slum Village
I lyrically at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it you questioned by the feds
My talent recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez I die
'Cause been the illest since 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 pulling on my clothes,
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 on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, guest appearances and tours
You should've named last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
Stay like you Shan when KRS was in the house
say a word

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B wasn't us
No rap on Train, motherfuck Don Cornelius
Now they all loving us after all we been through
You still I shouldn't have no beef like a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at your CD my crew
Sound like being a fake me is better being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got to tell
I ain't feel your albums like I swam in
XL an artist you can't
Have MCs changing release dates like they're denied parole
Yeah, I used to for props 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, bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed like they stitched up
say a word

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