Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

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

Verse

Niggaz frontin, ain't saying nuthin
Killah priest remains calm, yet on
Go ahead sing your song, claim you the dons
Rap superstars cute with your cigars
Bitches like that, your mics at
Bite me I back, plus I break backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, yours truly
When sound booty
Theres too many rappers in the east wanna be
Too gangsters in the west wanna be rappers
of actors, I ought to smack ya, who's your master
Sit take a lesson, stop guessin
For I had, show your mad face
And only bad taste
around like your delirious
Foamin from the mouth you're furious
I'd rather be serious, it keeps the audience
These fantasies is nothin but your
It cause casualties
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 doing promos, along with the scarecrow
You no dough

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Verse

I lay in the cut, like a star
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your sound lop-side
They sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have 'em hung
his lungs fry, from the sunshine
Which is one rhyme generating the mind
Killah priest now late, I
and break, and intimidate
I come cold as when the break
I put it into snakes, and fakes
Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge
Between two pillars of ivy
For those that me, attach 'em to the i.v.
Your pops should've you on the couch
Or sent you 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 as shakespeare tripping off of acid
Rolling you like john the with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God I murder y'all
Swear I never of y'all

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