Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But copped no drop
Hold mics like tails, tight, and bob a lot
Stop and around
through and dig the sound
Of the fly six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around
to go three-plat
Came to rap
a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat cats get
Then release a statement to the press - let the know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim
household name usually said in hostility
Um is MF? You silly
I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own
Came in and go out alone,
Stay in the zone H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb I'm back where my brother went
That's what my will say
above my government, Dumille
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, to say?
I this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell number 17, up the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, bad luck or pop junk
Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, him left scraped
God forbid, if there no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love
One who is in destruction, as well as building
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm science fiction with my man the live lifer
A piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, toothpaste
Fresher mint, nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook turn witness
Real mens their own business
That's the difference between sissy-pissy that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone
C.O.'s make rounds, have 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox'
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my went
That's my tomb will say
above my government, Dumile
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?

Every since the womb 'til I'm back to the
it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't like how walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto
Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples metal
amongst hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow with no talking
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 up the line at the kissing booth
I her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, her missing tooth
But she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I it up faster than a speeding knife
Strong enough to a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of
Cut the far as rap
the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the devil? He's on level
It's a word! No, a name! MF the villain!