Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But never copped no
Hold mics like tails, tight, and bob a lot
and stick around
Come and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who his dick around
to go three-plat
Came to rap
a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the - let the rest know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim
household name usually said in hostility
Um what is MF? You
I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a daily double
need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own
in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone turn H2O to
On Doomsday!
since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my tomb say
Right my government, Dumille
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, to say?
I this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check
Cell number 17, up under the top
I say this not to be mean, bad luck or pop junk
Pop the on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped
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 Sidney Sheldon the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science with my man the live lifer
A pied piper a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need
Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get
And dope still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
mens mind their 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 of Fox' Brown
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother
That's what my tomb say
above my government, Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to

Every since the 'til I'm back to the essence
it off the tomb
Either or unmarked grave, who's to say?
the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"
Some F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies Cali talk
Never let her with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off and tip of nipples metal fang
amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for with no talking orangutangs
Only gin and
out a rusty tin can
Me and this mic is yin and yang
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen,
It's like me holding up the line at the booth
I her back to the truck, she was uncouth
all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a knife
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!