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 around
through and dig the sound
Of the fly six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go
Came to rap
It's a plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat get kidnapped
Then release a to the press - let the rest know who did that
Fist terrorists claim responsibility
Broken name usually said in hostility
Um what is MF? You
I'd like to "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" a audio daily double
Rappers need to fall off just to 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 my tomb will say
Right my government, Dumille
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?
I this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and then
Cell number 17, up the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop
Pop the on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped
God forbid, if there no escape, blame MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a who love children
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as as building
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science with my man the live lifer
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a
Do his thing, ring around the collar crime
Get out my face, 'bout my case, need toothpaste
mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, shook turn witness
Real mens mind their own
That's the difference sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone
C.O.'s make rounds, never 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet of Fox' Brown
On Doomsday!
Ever since the 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's my tomb will say
Right above my government,
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?

Every since the 'til I'm back to the essence
Read it off the
Either or unmarked grave, who's to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they to say"
Some F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of metal fang
Known hoes for the bang-bang
amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutangs
Only gin and
out a rusty tin can
Me and mic is like yin and yang
Clang! don't pay, listen, youth
like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
I took her back to the truck, she was
Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her tooth
But then she has a voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster a speeding knife
Strong to please a wife
Able to drop math in the 48 keys 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 level
a word! No, a name! MF the super villain!