Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

They got a now
Knowi'msayin? too corny rappers...
Knowi'msayin? pretenders,

Chorus:

Theres too many phony mc's out there year
Ya best to
I've burnt already
So get ready, are deadly

one:

Niggaz keep frontin, saying nuthin
Killah priest calm, yet carry on
Go sing your song, claim you have the dons
Rap superstars look with your cigars
Bitches that, where your mics at
me I bite back, plus I break backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, from yours
niggaz sound booty
Theres too many in the east wanna be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the west wanna be
Bunch of actors, I ought to ya, who's your master
Sit take a lesson, stop guessin
For years I had, your mad face
And only showed bad
Runnin around like your
Foamin from the mouth you're furious
I'd be serious, it keeps the audience curious
These fantasies is but your fantasies
It might casualties
Hollywood is not your
And if it is, the mic to nappy woods
And can be all to be the wizard
The wizard of oz, which are the a & r's
And you a toto doing promos, with the scarecrow
You no dough

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Verse

I lay in the cut, a rock star
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your music sound
They sound tied, butch of young guys, have 'em hung high
his lungs fry, from the sunshine
Which is one rhyme generating the mind
Killah priest now late, I
Burn and break, and
I cold as when the winter break
I put it into snakes, pretenders and
Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge
two pillars of poison ivy
For those that me, attach 'em to the i.v.
pops should've bust you on the couch
Or you down the mouth
Next time where a condom, when I upon them
I make emcees memories, theres a symphony
I look sinfully, been doing this for
I write shit sick as shakespeare tripping off of
Rolling you john the baptist with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God before I murder
Swear I heard of y'all

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