Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

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

Verse

Niggaz keep frontin, ain't nuthin
Killah priest calm, yet carry on
Go ahead sing your song, you have the dons
Rap superstars cute with your cigars
Bitches like that, your mics at
Bite me I bite back, plus I break
Fuck you, you can sue me, from yours
When niggaz booty
Theres too many rappers in the east wanna be
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 years I had, show your mad
And only bad taste
Runnin around your delirious
Foamin the mouth like you're furious
I'd be serious, it keeps the audience curious
These fantasies is nothin but your
It might cause
Hollywood is not neighborhood
And if it is, give the mic to woods
And y'all can be all to be the
The wizard of oz, which are the a & r's
And you a toto doing promos, along the scarecrow
You no dough

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Verse

I lay in the cut, like a rock
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your music sound
They sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, 'em hung high
Watched his lungs fry, the sunshine
Which is one rhyme from the mind
priest now late, I terminate
Burn and break, and
I cold as when the winter break
I put it snakes, pretenders and fakes
Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge
Between two of poison ivy
For that despise me, attach '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 emcees memories, whenever theres a symphony
I look sinfully, been doing for centuries
I write shit sick as shakespeare tripping off of
Rolling you like the baptist with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God before I murder
I never heard of y'all

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