Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

Theres too many phony out there this year
Ya to beware
I've burnt 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 your
like that, where your mics at
Bite me I bite back, I break backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, from yours
When sound booty
Theres too many rappers in the wanna be gangsters
Too many gangsters in the west wanna be
Bunch of actors, I ought to ya, who's your master
Sit down take a lesson, guessin
For years I had, show your mad
And only showed bad
Runnin around your delirious
Foamin from the mouth like furious
I'd be serious, it keeps the audience curious
These fantasies is but your fantasies
It cause casualties
Hollywood is not your
And if it is, the mic to nappy woods
And can be all to be the wizard
The wonderful wizard of oz, 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 rock
Looking at ya ca ca, 'cause music sound lop-side
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 come cold as when the break
I put it into snakes, pretenders and
Shake, the earthquakes, I judge wisely
Between two of poison ivy
For those despise me, attach 'em to the i.v.
Your should've bust you on the couch
Or sent you down the
Next time a condom, when I step upon them
I make emcees memories, theres a symphony
I look sinfully, been doing for centuries
I shit sick as shakespeare tripping off of acid
Rolling you like john the baptist with the rusty
I preach the word of God I murder y'all
Swear I never of y'all

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