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 groupies and
(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) it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) it quiet, son

1]
Yo, I'm rap's little secret that 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 like a dead body coming for its
Shit, you seen Chino You gotta see him
What you get to an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go 'head and live
Five years from now you'll be to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy
I keep mad 'cause I'm prettier 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 more starvin') I seen more than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more than origami, playing you like Stymie
I'm feeling an autograph, so many dream of signing me
Vocab extensive and
a flow so expensive it could drain a small Latin country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy with a dime on who shot at me(?)
claiming original, but sounding just like Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like in Haiti's
Rips fully like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is they place these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand Steve Stoute
Shut mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum
I lyrically pillage at a high
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the
My talent barely like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my all over Big Lez after I die
Chino been the illest since I was juvenile, ha
I make money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm in the club, keep women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the debt, everyone I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper could me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, guest and wack tours
You should've named your 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 1986, when R&B wasn't feeling us
No rap on Soul Train, Don Cornelius
Now they all us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't no beef like a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at CD with my crew
Sound being a fake me is better than being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got to tell
I ain't your albums like I swam in Orajel
XL an artist you control
Have MCs changing release like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for props and not the amounts
Climbed the ladder of success leaned against the house
Fake criminals, you so
bid you ever did was on my old Lexus after I auctioned it
See me in the street and, straight up
they mouth closed like they lips stitched up
Don't say a

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