Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

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

one:

Niggaz keep frontin, ain't nuthin
Killah remains calm, yet carry on
Go ahead sing song, claim you have the dons
Rap look cute with your cigars
Bitches like that, your mics at
Bite me I back, plus I break backs
you, you can sue me, from yours truly
When niggaz booty
Theres too many rappers in the wanna be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the west be rappers
Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya, who's master
Sit down a lesson, stop guessin
For I had, show your mad face
And only showed bad
around like your delirious
Foamin from the like you're furious
I'd rather be serious, it keeps the curious
These fantasies is nothin but fantasies
It might casualties
is not your neighborhood
And if it is, the mic to nappy woods
And can be all to be the wizard
The wonderful of oz, which are the a & r's
And you a toto doing promos, along with the
You no dough

Chorus:

Verse

I lay in the cut, like a star
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your sound lop-side
sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have 'em hung high
Watched his fry, from the sunshine
Which is one rhyme from the mind
priest now late, I terminate
Burn and break, and
I come cold as when the break
I put it into snakes, pretenders and
Shake, like the earthquakes, I wisely
Between two pillars of ivy
For those that despise me, 'em to the i.v.
pops should've bust you on the couch
Or sent you down the
time where a condom, when I step upon them
I make memories, whenever theres a symphony
I look sinfully, been doing this for
I shit sick as shakespeare tripping off of acid
Rolling you like the baptist with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God I murder y'all
Swear I never heard of

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