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 and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go
Came to rap
a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat get kidnapped
Then release a statement to the press - let the know who did that
Metal terrorists claim responsibility
Broken household name said in hostility
Um what is MF? You
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 turn H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back 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 then
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, leave him left
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, MF tape
Definition "super-villain": a killer who love
One who is in destruction, as well as building
Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction with my man the live
A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a
Do his thing, around the white collar crime
Get out my face, askin' my case, need toothpaste
mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends still in they teens, niggas turn witness
mens mind their own business
That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers 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 what my will say
Right my government, Dumile
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to

Every since the womb 'til I'm back to the
Read it off the
Either engraved or unmarked grave, to say?
Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like 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 with the Yeti ghetto slang
Nicknames off and tip of nipples metal fang
Known amongst hoes for the
Known amongst foes for flow with no 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 kissing
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 faster a speeding knife
Strong enough to a wife
Able to drop math 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 He's on another level
a word! No, a name! MF the super villain!