Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck A Hook

Da 5'9"]
Comin up is the incredible
DJ's and

We it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...
5-9 is BACK, about to make a nigga on his BACK
lookin at him lookin astounded
Not on a cardboard, on the with people surroundin
Ready to around him; an outline of his body in chalk form
His niggaz'll bark for him, for real, his heart's
This nigga here let the trigger for him
So you've warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)
I don't even need to be forever, the liquor is rootin me on
I turn tables fast as Jam Jay do
I'm N.W.A., I choke like Dre
If you could choose between a broke or the A.K.
Poke holes in the pavement, throw in the grave
I make movies like 'cept I use hammers
YEP!I but I don't do it with cameras
NOPE!So you can me Malcolm
You can all witness what I be doin to all of rappers (yes!)
Wit'chall tactics; don't try to copycat me
if you tryna box me back
And watch your back, don't take look into the eyes
of a nigga that's willin to 'til he blind

(Fuck a hook.. a hook)
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)
Chk-chk-chk, Royce.. 5.. 9.. (he's baaaaack)
Yeah, and on
Chk-chka-chka-chka, I rhyme all day
YES!
I'll you the back of your brain

Slap you with the of the gun
I aim to hit, I macs, accurate ones
you when the rappin is done
Change the clip, I send rappers where they from
I'm tired of a fuckin day late and a dollar short
Changin fast, the game I ask is not a
And I'm back!All of you rap niggaz your mics
I'm ridin, dyin, and I flyin by on them bikes
I'm walkin, talkin, you eye me you tonight
And I, am the head reaper about the shit
This iron is showin you the shine designed by
You about to see dead without the "Sixth Sense"
And yeah, takin food off my table'll
get you killed regardless, like my label
My heart and arteries a part of me, that'll test the
We can do it, put your into it, yeah

(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)
Yea - NO!
Chka-chka-chk, you don't play with him today
Yeah, hardcore!Rhymes galore!
Like I you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..
OHH!Givin you you need
Yeah, the rap game is DEAD, I'm bout to breathe in it

it back to when niggaz was cypherin
Yeah, back in the DAY, when nobody radio play
I was straight long as my played tapes
And went on before all of them pay dates
We was backflippin and to save face
I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin grace (pray!)
These days, we'll give you the mac so stay in your
new cats that rap to me they groupies
You never see 'em in Max Julius or Guccis
Or they got robbed for them Diadores
or the Gazelles, we the store, we take, we your
items we took, you goin to tell
We crooks, we either goin pro or to jail
I I'ma spare - many lifes
This rap is comin with ME, cause don't nobody know how to share
(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. a hook)

Chka-chka...
("Get in your mind, get in mind
Get in your all day!!")