Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmick Rappers

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one to tell her
She shoulda 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 telling them, that should die it yella
Some of my fans 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 Jehova's brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The is more 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 life like a mockery, niggaz see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, that you could be stopping me
Destiny stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no longer crying to see, throw up the dynasty
Not big as that Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is to me, I'm the rapper they trying to see
I could bring it back, not only force-ably but
Ladies and gentlemen, from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and your is a big illusion
What you choosing if choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it into a bruising

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

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

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