Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood, I'm Coming

(Jamie Madrox)
Festival of
What's your holding?
Turn circle, face to face with the Omen
When I you open
I go for your
And spit on your soul and slash weak shit apart
Competition common and in the way
So all you common motherfuckers better what you say
I ain't bitch
And no body asleep
You're only slept on your shit is played and weak
you slept with the enemy time and again
And now the only people to your shows is friends
Of your sorry ass, I ain't sorry, I'm glad
I I took your cd back and said it was scratched
broke that shit in half
For your to try and take me
For dollars out of my pocket with no apology
Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night, high
They call that one Daddy-X
Cause he's fifty-three

(Chorus x2 - J & Esham & Shaggy 2 Dope)
Burn, black fills the sky
You the wicked out of me
Your is I
I to watch you fall, but you're already gone
I love to you fall, but you're already gone

(Monoxide Child)
taking up shelf space homie and just pass the weed
And let the tell you when or when not to breathe
Don't ever diss me
Or my crew our shit
Or we'll feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you with
and get some
You really want to get your piece rattled?
All over a rap
the fame game homie, and we don't play that
So if you diss me, I'ma find out where your stay at
To say that, they fly, but we don't die
And on the day of July
You got your eye
Get the off the stage and make way
Like the hope, here today and gone the next day
It ain't a setup, it's the truth and you can with it
All because you're sheltered by that deal shit (?)
It makes me sick, I vomit
Cause the only thing that about your album
Is who you got rapping on it