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 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) 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 little secret that they try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and A&R fired
But real niggas "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a dead coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one per diem
Go 'head and live
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your childrens 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 more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical 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 Latin country's
a verbal sodomy 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 laced like Madonna wardrobe in the '80s
is where they place these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve
Shut mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum
I lyrically pillage at a percentage
And you critics your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My talent barely recognized Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my all over 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 flyer on it
I'm coming in the club, keep women pulling on my clothes,
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I
The illest of flows they fear, no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, appearances and wack tours
You should've named last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet 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 Soul Train, motherfuck Don
Now they all us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't have no like a Hindu?
I listen and laugh at your CD with my
like being a fake me is better than being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to
I ain't feel your albums like I in Orajel
XL an artist you control
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 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, bitch up
they mouth closed like they lips stitched up
Don't say a

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