Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But copped no drop
mics like pony tails, tight, and bob a lot
Stop and stick
through and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick
to go three-plat
Came to rap
a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press - let the rest who did that
Metal terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name said in hostility
Um what is MF? You
I'd like to "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a daily double
Rappers to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch own back
Came in and go out alone,
Stay in the zone turn H2O to
On Doomsday!
Ever since the 'til I'm back where my brother went
what my tomb will say
Right my government, Dumille
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?
I this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't me, go get bagged and check then
Cell 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad or pop junk
Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left
God forbid, if ain't no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as as building
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a
Do his thing, around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need
Fresher mint, monkey-style get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, niggas turn witness
Real mens mind own business
That's the between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s rounds, never have 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Brown
On Doomsday!
since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my will say
Right above my government,
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?

Every since the 'til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the
Either engraved or grave, who's to say?
Pass the mic "Pass the peas like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally
I'll tell y'all fools hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples fang
Known hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for with no talking orangutangs
gin and Tang
Guzzled out a tin can
Me and this mic is yin and yang
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen,
It's like me holding up the at the kissing booth
I took her to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her tooth
But then she has a voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a speeding
enough to please a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of
Cut the far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a will do to you for stealing
What the devil? He's on level
It's a word! No, a name! MF the villain!