Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But never copped no
mics like pony tails, tight, and bob a lot
Stop and stick
Come through and dig the
Of the fly brown six-o sicko who throws his dick around
Bound to go
Came to rap
It's a intricate plot of a strapped
Femstat cats get
Then release a to the press - let the rest know who did that
Metal Fist claim responsibility
Broken household name usually said in
Um is MF? You silly
I'd like to "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio double
Rappers need to fall off to save me the trouble, yo
Watch own back
in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone turn H2O to
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my went
That's what my tomb say
above my government, Dumille
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?
I wrote one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you believe me, go get bagged and check then
Cell 17, up under the top bunk
I say not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
Pop the on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be
I'm trading science fiction 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' my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook turn witness
Real mens mind their own
That's the difference between rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone
C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox'
On Doomsday!
since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's my tomb will say
Right my government, Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, to say?

Every since the 'til I'm back to the essence
it off the tomb
Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like used to say"
M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off and tip of nipples metal fang
Known amongst hoes for the
amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutangs
Only gin and
Guzzled out a tin can
Me and mic is like yin and yang
Clang! Crime pay, listen, youth
It's like me up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was
Spittin' all out the sunroof, her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, sound Jazzy Joyce
So I it up faster 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 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!