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
Come and dig the sound
Of the fly brown sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go
to destroy rap
It's a intricate plot of a b-boy
Femstat get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did
Metal Fist terrorists claim
Broken household name usually in hostility
Um what is MF? You
I'd to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" a audio 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 zone H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my tomb say
above my government, Dumille
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to
I this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and then
Cell 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad 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 who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as
While Sidney Sheldon 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, ring around the white collar
Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need
Fresher mint, nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook turn witness
Real mens mind own business
That's the difference sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox'
On Doomsday!
Ever the womb 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's my tomb will 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 engraved or unmarked grave, who's to
Pass the mic "Pass the peas like they used 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 interfere with the ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples fang
Known hoes for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for flow no talking orangutangs
gin and Tang
Guzzled out a tin can
Me and this mic is yin and yang
Clang! don't pay, listen, youth
It's like me holding up the line at the booth
I took her back to the truck, she was
all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
But then she has a sexy voice, like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a knife
Strong to please a wife
Able to drop today's in the 48 keys of life
Cut the far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same a Arab will do to you for stealing
What the devil? on another level
It's a word! No, a name! MF the villain!