Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

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Theres too many phony out there this year
Ya best to
I've thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are

one:

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

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Verse

I lay in the cut, a rock star
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your sound lop-side
They sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have 'em high
Watched his lungs fry, the sunshine
Which is one rhyme from the mind
priest now late, I terminate
Burn and break, and
I come cold as when the winter
I put it into snakes, and fakes
Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge
Between two pillars of ivy
For those despise me, attach 'em to the i.v.
Your pops should've bust you on the
Or you down the mouth
Next time where a condom, when I step them
I emcees memories, whenever theres a symphony
I look sinfully, been doing for centuries
I write shit sick as shakespeare off of acid
Rolling you like john the baptist with the hatchet
I preach the word of God before I murder
Swear I never of y'all

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