Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

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

one:

Niggaz keep frontin, ain't nuthin
Killah remains calm, yet carry on
Go ahead sing your song, you have the dons
Rap superstars cute with your cigars
Bitches that, where your mics at
Bite me I back, plus I break backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, from truly
When niggaz booty
Theres too rappers in the east wanna be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the wanna be rappers
Bunch of actors, I to smack ya, who's your master
Sit down take a lesson, guessin
For I had, show your mad face
And only bad taste
Runnin around your delirious
from the mouth like you're furious
I'd rather be serious, it the audience curious
These fantasies is but your fantasies
It might cause
is not your neighborhood
And if it is, give the mic to 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 the scarecrow
You no dough

Chorus:

Verse

I lay in the cut, like a rock
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your music sound
They tounge tied, butch of young guys, have 'em hung high
Watched his fry, from the sunshine
Which is one generating from 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 wisely
Between two pillars of ivy
For those that me, attach 'em to the i.v.
Your should've bust you on the couch
Or you down the mouth
Next time where a condom, when I step upon
I make emcees memories, whenever theres a
I sinfully, been doing this for centuries
I write shit sick as tripping off of acid
you like john the baptist with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God I murder y'all
I never heard of y'all

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