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 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) 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 label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna ya"
For real, I'm a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go and live careless
Five from now you'll 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 they is
An old man, when they ask what you did when you was
You'll say you hated Chino XL and carried a big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more 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 drain a small country's economy
Commit a verbal with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but sounding just Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, high like in Haiti's
Rips fully like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
is where they place these on the mount
You can me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me love
Straight out of Jersey to the Village
I lyrically pillage at a 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 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 mileage 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 fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm their careers on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, guest appearances and tours
You should've your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

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 have no beef like a Hindu?
I listen and at your CD with my crew
Sound like a fake me is better than being a real you
(Yo, is it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to tell
I ain't feel albums like I swam in Orajel
XL an artist you control
Have MCs changing release dates they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to for props and not the dollar amounts
Climbed the ladder of success leaned against the wrong
Fake criminals, you so
Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus after I it
See me in the and, straight bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed like they lips up
say a word

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