Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

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

1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that try to keep quiet
Till you off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna ya"
For real, I'm like a dead body for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You 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 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 they ask what you did when you was
say you hated Chino XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of
I fold more papers than origami, playing you like
I'm feeling like an autograph, so many of signing me
Vocab and glossy
Expose a flow so expensive it could drain a Latin country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but just like Nas to me
are getting dropped my me, high like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully laced like Madonna wardrobe in the
is where they place these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Stoute
Shut your

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of Jersey to the Village
I pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his
Sprinkle my all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino the illest since I was juvenile, ha
I make cash money, click, go to .380, put you in
Trigger finger got the realest flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I
The illest of flows they fear, no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Jody
I'm of S-curls, guest appearances and wack tours
You should've named your last album "What The For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them tough out your mouth
Stay quiet you Shan 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, motherfuck Don
Now they all us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't have no beef a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at your CD with my
Sound like being a fake me is better than being a 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 release like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for props and not the dollar
Climbed the ladder of success leaned the wrong house
criminals, you so unfortunate
Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus I auctioned it
See me in the and, straight bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed like they stitched up
say a word

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