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 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 dirty 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 burn ya"
For real, I'm like a dead coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino You gotta see him
you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go 'head and careless
years from now you'll be explaining to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why famous
I keep mad 'cause I'm prettier than they is
An old man, when they ask 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, playing you like
I'm like an autograph, so many dream of signing 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 just like Nas to me
Odds are getting dropped my me, like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully 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 Stoute
Shut mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some
Straight out of Jersey to the Village
I lyrically pillage at a percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz 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
finger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm in the club, keep women pulling on my clothes, froze
I'm the lyrical debt, everyone I
The illest of they fear, 'cause no rapper could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Watley's
I'm of S-curls, guest appearances and wack tours
You named your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you Shan when KRS was in the
Don't say a

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B feeling us
No rap on Soul Train, Don Cornelius
Now all loving us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't have no beef like a
I and laugh at your CD with my crew
Sound like being a fake me is better than being a 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 can't
Have MCs release dates like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I to rock 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 after I auctioned it
See me in the street and, straight up
Keeping they mouth closed like they lips up
say a word

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