Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But never no drop
mics like pony tails, tight, and bob a lot
Stop and stick
Come through and dig the
Of the fly brown sicko psycho who throws his dick around
to go three-plat
Came to rap
It's a plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat cats get
Then release a statement to the press - let the know who did that
Metal Fist claim responsibility
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
Came in and go out alone,
Stay in the turn H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm where my brother went
what my tomb will say
Right above my government,
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C.
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, wish bad or pop junk
Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, him left scraped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF
Definition "super-villain": a killer who children
One who is in destruction, as well as building
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction my man the live lifer
A piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white collar
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style get dentadent
And dope fiends still in teens, shook niggas turn witness
Real mens their own business
the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox'
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back my brother went
That's what my tomb say
Right above my government,
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to

Every the womb 'til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the
Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they to say"
Some M-er F-ers like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of metal fang
Known hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow with no orangutangs
gin and Tang
Guzzled out a tin can
Me and this mic is like yin and
Clang! don't pay, listen, youth
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 like Jazzy
So I turned it up than a speeding knife
Strong enough to please a
Able to drop today's math in the 48 of life
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 another
a word! No, a name! MF the super villain!