Luyện nghe bài hát Fake Mc's

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

Chorus:

Theres too many phony mc's out there this
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 song, claim you have the dons
Rap look cute with your cigars
Bitches like that, where mics at
Bite me I bite back, plus I backs
Fuck you, you can sue me, from yours
When sound booty
Theres too rappers in the east wanna be gangsters
Too gangsters in the west wanna be rappers
Bunch of actors, I ought to ya, who's your master
Sit down take a lesson, guessin
For I had, show your mad face
And only bad taste
Runnin around like your
from the mouth like you're furious
I'd be serious, it keeps the audience curious
fantasies is nothin but your fantasies
It cause casualties
is not your neighborhood
And if it is, the mic to nappy woods
And can be all to be the wizard
The wizard of oz, which are the a & r's
And you a toto doing promos, along the scarecrow
You receive no

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Verse

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

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