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 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 intricate plot of a b-boy
cats get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the - let the rest know who did that
Metal terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name usually in hostility
Um is MF? You silly
I'd like to "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a daily double
Rappers need to off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own
in and go out alone, black
Stay in the zone H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb I'm back where my brother went
what my tomb will say
Right above my government,
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C.
If you don't believe me, go get bagged and then
number 17, up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop
Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him scraped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love
One who is well-skilled in destruction, as as building
While Sidney Sheldon teaches the 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 crime
Get out my face, askin' my case, need toothpaste
Fresher mint, monkey-style get dentadent
And dope fiends in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
mens mind their own business
That's the difference between rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox
On shakedown, lock-down, wet of Fox' Brown
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb I'm back where my brother went
That's what my tomb say
Right above my government,
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?

Every since the womb 'til I'm to the essence
Read it off the
Either engraved or grave, who's to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't like how walk
I'll y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of metal fang
Known amongst for the bang-bang
Known amongst for flow with no talking orangutangs
gin and Tang
Guzzled out a tin can
Me and this mic is like yin and
Clang! Crime don't pay, listen,
It's like me holding up the at the kissing booth
I her back to the truck, she was uncouth
Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing
But then she has a sexy voice, sound Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster a speeding knife
Strong to please a wife
Able to drop today's math in the 48 of life
Cut the far as rap
Touch the mic, get the thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
the devil? He's on another level
It's a word! No, a name! MF the villain!