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 sicko psycho who throws his dick
Bound to go
Came to rap
It's a intricate of a b-boy strapped
Femstat cats get
Then release a statement to the press - let the know who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim
Broken name usually said in hostility
Um is MF? You silly
I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio double
Rappers need to fall off to save me the trouble, yo
Watch own back
Came in and go out alone,
in the zone turn H2O to Cognac
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother
That's my tomb will say
Right above my government,
Either unmarked or engraved, hey, to say?
I this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
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 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 as building
While Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction 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' 'bout my case, toothpaste
mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadent
And dope fiends in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
Real mind their own business
the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Brown
On Doomsday!
Ever since the 'til I'm back where my brother went
That's what my tomb say
above my government, Dumile
Either or engraved, hey, who's to say?

Every the womb '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 like they used to say"
M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk
I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the ghetto slang
Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples metal
Known amongst for the bang-bang
Known amongst foes for with no talking orangutangs
Only gin and
out a rusty tin can
Me and this mic is like yin and
Clang! Crime pay, listen, youth
It's like me holding up the at the kissing booth
I took her 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 it up faster than 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 same thing a Arab do to you for stealing
What the devil? He's on level
It's a word! No, a name! MF the villain!