Luyện nghe bài hát Gimmick Rappers

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

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
lil' mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, dark storms that's my kind of
gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy umbrellas
Like was telling them, that they should die it yella
Some of my 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
play me like you a atheist, face it it's 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 snack when the get em
After the baptism, the in the black hit em
No for that gat, cause fact is the raps kill em
Live your life like a mockery, will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you think you on top of me
Nigga how could you possibly, think you could be stopping me
couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be watching me
Fans are no crying to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but nigga tell 'em it's for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the they trying to see
I bring it back, not only force-ably but violently
Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the confusion
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it a bruising nigga

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

Then said 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 screaming
the logo's a no-no, I'll leave you rojo
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 chest piece, to make niggaz remember Janet
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why rappers is hurt, cause the truth hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a of skirts
Put your little advance, back in your ha-ha
That nigga say he like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't a pistol, acting like he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't like me fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you like me then 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
the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun burn
So up, Kay Slay and ask him who is
The to spit it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, and Kool-Kid
Tell 'em it's 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 sicker nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary