Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Say A Word

(Don't say a word) let me get mines
(Don't say a word) relax 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) 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 little secret that they try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm like a dead body for its murderer
Shit, you seen lately? You gotta 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 what welfare is
I'm anxious to to my babies why Daddy famous
I keep womens mad 'cause I'm prettier they is
An old man, when they ask you did when you was young
You'll say you Chino XL and carried a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold papers than origami, playing you like Stymie
I'm feeling like an autograph, so dream of signing me
Vocab extensive and
Expose a flow so it could drain a small Latin country's economy
Commit a verbal sodomy a dime on Sodom who shot at me(?)
Rappers original, but sounding just like Nas to me
are getting dropped my me, high like Pras in Haiti's
Rips fully laced like Madonna wardrobe in the
Museum is where they 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! Show me some
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum
I lyrically pillage at a percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you by the feds
My talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his
my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the since I was juvenile, ha
I make money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger finger got the realest flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, keep women pulling on my clothes,
I'm the debt, everyone I C-E-Os/see-he-owes
The illest of flows they fear, 'cause no could stop me
I'm putting careers on life support like Jody Watley's
I'm tired of S-curls, guest appearances and wack
You should've named your last album "What The For?"
I hope you ain't spitting them writtens out your mouth
Stay quiet like you when KRS was in the house
Don't say a

3]
I been rhyming since 1986, when R&B feeling us
No rap on Soul Train, motherfuck Don
Now all loving us after all that we been through
You still think I shouldn't have no beef like a
I listen and laugh at your CD with my
Sound being a fake me is better than being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got to tell
I ain't feel your like I swam in Orajel
XL an you can't control
Have MCs changing release dates like prisoners denied parole
Yeah, I used to for props and not the dollar amounts
Climbed the ladder of success leaned against the house
criminals, you so unfortunate
Only bid you ever did was on my old Lexus I auctioned it
See me in the street and, straight up
Keeping they closed like they lips stitched up
say a word

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