Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) let me get mines
(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) keep it quiet, yo, 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 dirty little secret that they try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R
But real like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen lately? You gotta see him
you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go and live careless
Five years from now be explaining to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why famous
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm prettier than 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 more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution physical attributes of Tarzan
I more papers than origami, playing you like Stymie
I'm like an autograph, so many dream of signing me
Vocab and glossy
a flow so expensive it could drain a small Latin 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 Pras in
Rips fully laced like Madonna in the '80s
Museum is where they these on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand Steve Stoute
Shut mouth

2]
Yo, hey Detroit! me some love
Straight out of to the Slum Village
I lyrically at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you by the feds
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez I die
'Cause Chino been the illest 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, I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no rapper stop me
I'm putting their careers on life like Jody Watley's
I'm of S-curls, guest appearances and wack tours
You should've your last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting tough writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you Shan KRS was in the house
Don't say a

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, R&B wasn't feeling 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 like a
I listen and laugh at CD with my crew
Sound being a fake me is better than being 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 release dates like they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for props and not the amounts
Climbed the ladder of success leaned against the house
Fake criminals, you so
Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus I auctioned it
See me in the street and, bitch up
Keeping they mouth closed they lips stitched up
say a word

2x]

Shhhh...