Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmick Rappers

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
2005 nigga, whoooooo

Gimmick rappers, can't lie
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She left the club, instead of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
Sending niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was them, that they should die it yella
of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, no one spit 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 it's fact
Gimmick rappers have heart attacks, when you '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
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you think you on top of me
how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I could bring it back, not only force-ably but
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising nigga

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

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

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