Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

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

Verse

Niggaz keep frontin, saying nuthin
Killah remains calm, yet carry on
Go sing your song, claim you have the dons
Rap superstars cute with your 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 many rappers in the east be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the west 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 showed bad taste
Runnin 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 might 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 wizard of oz, are the a & r's
And you a toto promos, along with the scarecrow
You receive no

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Verse

I lay in the cut, like a rock
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause your sound lop-side
sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have 'em hung high
Watched his lungs fry, from the
Which is one rhyme generating the mind
priest now late, I terminate
Burn and break, and
I come cold as when the winter
I put it into snakes, pretenders and
Shake, like the earthquakes, I wisely
Between two pillars of ivy
For those despise 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 memories, whenever theres a symphony
I look sinfully, been doing this for
I write sick 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 heard of

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