Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmick Rappers

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as as I'm here, gimmick rappers gon die together
Told lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to her
She shoulda left the club, instead of trying to find a
The villain's born, dark storms my kind of weather
Sending gimmick to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like Eminem was telling them, that should die it yella
Some of my fans they look Cham, but say I am better
Picture the though of that, since no one spit a rap
I 'em that I'm Jehova's lil' brother, the God of rap
play me like you a atheist, face it it's more fact
Gimmick have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq the gats in em
You me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause is the raps kill em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will 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 to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap is dying to me, I'm the rapper they trying 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
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 trying to advance, trying to drop old
On a nigga, so instead of Controversy we gon switch it up
Summer 2005, "The of Revenge"

Then they on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go correct it, rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm and screaming solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, I'll you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, niggaz'll never vanish
We up and then we ride up on haters, prepare to panic
Put ya teflon on, you go get it plant it
Rip off your 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 like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting like he the that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me fight me
And if you afford the flight, and you don't like 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 tongue twisters, to make the tongue turn
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 it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's time to they playlist up, with the new kid
his name, Chamillitary mayn

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