Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmick Rappers

(*talking*)
That's what it is, "The of Revenge"
Summer nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I drama, no one tried to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that they should die it
Some of my fans they look Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me like you a atheist, face it more fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is than that, like Iraq when the gats in em
You diss me you gon be done, like a when the rats get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No need for gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a of stairs, 'fore you ever think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and hoe be watching me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper trying to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out in these streets, and I see these old
Record trying to advance, trying to drop old material
On a nigga, so instead of Sells we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then they on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, cause rappers be acting
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya teflon on, you better go get it it
Rip off chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, type in "the villain" and
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, the truth hurts
And you (you jerks), is a package of skirts
Put little advance, back in your purse ha-ha
nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the type that'll me
You don't me invite me, you don't like me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't me then write me
I ain't concerned, any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of plack gum germs
I got enough tongue twisters, to make the tongue
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I give it sun burn
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to spit it, then call up DJ
DJ Drama, Green, Lantern and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em time to switch they playlist up, with the new kid
What's his name, mayn

(*talking*)
Yeah, the hardest rap and if you beg to differ
to the mic, and spit some'ing sicker nigga
Ha-ha, mayn