Luyện nghe bài hát F A Rap Critic

[Hook: Method Man x4
Eff a rap
He talk about it I live it
Talk about it I live it

[Verse 1: Strangers]
I break hearts, a hundred bills on thrills
I spend it all, up my wallet, stay on refill
Your on E still, bitches doing E pills
Chuckie he get free fills, at strip going once
Black and red 1s, blunt with a cold one
My ex she choosy, but I could give a fuck
I'm Rocka smoking Lucys, life been getting better
Since heard about the Era
They say Chuckie got beats, but his can be better
if you gon' suck my dick, make it wetter
Odds against Che is
Bumpin' marauders
Niggas with your daughters
You ain't getting beats until I see
Niggas act up, there's finna be
For the most but niggas don't be wildin'
And if she got no rubbers, it's no backstage pass
Retweet a dumb and watch the bitch get gassed
And all my Prodies laugh

Eff a rap
He talk it while I live it
Talk about it while I it

2: Kirk Knight]
From the to the block
Keepin heaters
the chromosomes losing ends
The gone wrong
All I see is D-boys, hold it down
While I'm in the lab tryna the crown
Puffin loud, coughing at the most
Don't see a coffin
At most fear, til I hit the office
Sign me up, then I'm off
I'm tryna be a prophet, I don niggas lost it
I'm so far, loungin back, I'm
tryna censor me out like SOPA
But the sensor is so on, observe scaffoldings
Make niggas the towel in
But word to the green it's just 48 of powering
And word to the ? I'm only a fuckin in
Praise to the holy father while undercover
Why Aiight [Water]

Eff a rap
He talk it while I live it
about it while I live it

[Verse 3: Bada$$]
You should already know when I get it mic
If I feel as soon as I step in
Use the mic as my weapon, my mind
Fire my thoughts and then I recoil these
Whoop! d-boys behind, know what they tryna
My nine, but that's my mind, you can't it
a crime, how can I restrain silence
I got the right to violent
I stay still it's a problem with that?
They like chill, you earning medals but it's than that
and gold on me, so vanity has got its hold on me
But any ice got on me
So they don't know who Isis is, this shit
Got enough to get you enlighten with
Strike like lightning, cobras try him
But cold's thicker than the ink you writin in

Eff a rap
He talk about it while I it
Talk about it while I it