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 to beware
I've thousands already
So get ready, are deadly

Verse

keep frontin, ain't saying nuthin
Killah remains calm, yet carry on
Go ahead sing your song, claim you the dons
Rap superstars look cute with cigars
like that, where your mics at
Bite me I bite back, plus I backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, from truly
niggaz 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, who's your
Sit down take a lesson, guessin
For years I had, show mad face
And only bad taste
Runnin like your delirious
Foamin the mouth like you're furious
I'd rather be serious, it keeps the audience
These fantasies is but your fantasies
It cause casualties
is not your neighborhood
And if it is, give the mic to woods
And y'all can be all to be the
The wonderful of oz, which are the a & r's
And you a toto doing promos, along the scarecrow
You receive no

Chorus:

two:

I lay in the cut, like a star
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause music sound lop-side
They sound tounge tied, butch of guys, have 'em hung high
Watched his lungs fry, from the
Which is one rhyme generating from the
Killah now late, I terminate
Burn and break, and
I come cold as the winter break
I put it into snakes, pretenders and
Shake, the earthquakes, I judge wisely
two pillars of poison ivy
For those that despise me, 'em to the i.v.
Your pops should've bust you on the
Or sent you down the
Next time where a condom, when I step upon
I make emcees memories, theres a symphony
I look sinfully, doing this for centuries
I write sick as shakespeare tripping off of acid
Rolling you like john the with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God before I y'all
I never heard of y'all

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