Luyện nghe bài hát Earrings Off

See, cute is over
I'm about to roll up my sleeves on these
I'm to take my earrings off
make me take my earrings off
Throw my hair back quick
Throw my on
Quit playing these motherfuckers

I'm on Kung Fu Hustle shit
lady with no muzzle shit
Y'all really wanna tussle with
Brick City, we be on that Knuckles shit
Or had 'em boys turn into some real shit

1]
Shanks and hammers, now for the cameras
Waste a gangsta, don't need no bandannas
Rhyme hard but those darts harder
talking about murders, but all I see is martyrs
One, three, me blow
Right past niggas and these knock-kneed hoes
I ain't really need for the talk, y'all walk that a way
don't cry, [?]
See I don't to have to get indignant
Hollywood to Miss Urban in a minute, Kidman
No smidgen of upbringin', swingin'
Guns by the waist, I'mma punch 'em in the

2]
This vaseline-on-the-face type
badda-bing-in-your-face type music
Y'all don't want it with them hooligans
of bitch that stab your ass with a [?] pen
No metaphysical, more mega-physical
Too in this piece to let a typical
Bum trick try to score one, I one
A rain dance, but it be a George one
A rated-R, be a one
A one
one
Then I'm goin' on a (One!)
January, February, March, April, dag
Some saying that I'm too hard, I they just
(Hey! Not to say that word!)
Too late-all these rappin'-ass faggots punched in the face

3]
I smell a rumble, to the jungle
Don't be a smart-ass, be disgruntled
Won't be till one of us son you
Russian punk, do svidan-you
Always been a loud mouth foul mouth
Third round, they got the towel out
I pow-wow with and [?]
and giggles, all y'all do is take orders
Huh! I play it under with bitches
You only for my amuse, bitches
Give it your best shot, I two of y'all
You probably have better luck with a doll
Look, not the hands, not the [?]
Never get beatdowns 'cept when I box my mom
cool, I'm cool, hey chick, choose your fate
We can have play or get punched in the face