Luyện nghe bài hát Doomsday

I to cop a lot
But never no drop
Hold mics like tails, tight, and bob a lot
and stick around
Come and dig the sound
Of the fly brown six-o psycho who throws his dick around
Bound to go
Came to rap
It's a plot of a b-boy strapped
Femstat cats get
Then release a statement to the press - let the rest who did that
Metal Fist terrorists claim
Broken household name said in hostility
Um is MF? You silly
I'd to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'
"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a daily double
Rappers need to fall off to save me the trouble, yo
your own back
Came in and go out alone,
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 unmarked or engraved, hey, to say?
I wrote this one in B.C. D.C.
If you don't me, go get bagged and check then
Cell 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 killer who children
One who is in destruction, as well as building
While Sidney teaches the trife to be trifer
I'm trading science fiction with my man the live
A pied holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring the white collar crime
Get out my face, 'bout 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 sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never 'ox found
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Brown
On Doomsday!
Ever since the womb 'til I'm 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 I'm back to the essence
Read it off the
engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?
Pass the mic "Pass the peas like they used to say"
Some M-er F-ers don't how Sally walk
tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto
off nipple and tip of nipples metal fang
Known hoes 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 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
Spittin' all out the sunroof, her missing tooth
But then she has a voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
So I turned it up faster than a knife
Strong enough to please a
Able to today's math in the 48 keys of life
Cut the far as rap
Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for
the devil? He's on another level
It's a word! No, a name! MF the villain!