Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) just let me get
(Don't say a word) just relax and
(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 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 for its murderer
Shit, you seen lately? You gotta see him
What you get to an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go and live careless
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your childrens welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why famous
I keep womens mad I'm prettier than they is
An old man, when ask what you did when you was young
You'll say you Chino XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Darwin
Mental revolution with physical of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, 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 country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but sounding like Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like in Haiti's
fully laced like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
Museum is where place these on the mount
You can me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut your

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me love
out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you by the feds
My talent barely recognized 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
finger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the debt, everyone I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm their careers on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, appearances and wack tours
You named your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting tough writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

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

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