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 king of ill
(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

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Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they try to quiet
Till you dropped off your label and 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 lately? You see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per
Go 'head and careless
Five years from now you'll be to your childrens what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm than they is
An old man, when ask what you did when you was young
You'll say you hated Chino XL and carried a big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Charles
Mental revolution with physical of Tarzan
I fold more papers than origami, playing you Stymie
I'm feeling an autograph, so many dream of signing me
Vocab and glossy
Expose a flow so expensive it could drain a small Latin country's
Commit a verbal with a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers claiming original, but sounding like Nas to me
Odds are getting my me, high like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully laced like Madonna in the '80s
Museum is where they place these on the
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Stoute
Shut your

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Yo, hey Detroit! Show me love
out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it you questioned by the feds
My talent barely like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my all over Big Lez after I die
Chino been the illest since I was juvenile, ha
I make cash money, click, go to .380, put you in
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 flows they fear, 'cause no could stop me
I'm putting their careers on life support like Jody
I'm tired of S-curls, guest and wack tours
You should've named last album "What The Fuck For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
quiet like you Shan when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

3]
I rhyming since 1986, when 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 like a Hindu?
I listen and at your CD with my crew
Sound like being a fake me is better 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 changing release dates they're prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to rock for and not the dollar amounts
the ladder of success leaned against the wrong house
Fake criminals, you so
Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus after I it
See me in the street and, bitch up
Keeping they mouth like they lips stitched up
say a word

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