Luyện nghe bài hát Homey Don't Play!

Born broke, up and always honked at
Gimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck
I'll bust your mind a watermelon
And as you listen you'll find your swellin'

I'll go ooo so who so
Deads compare with death die
ask why, my styles uncopiable
Some try but just too sloppy so
Thou shall not closer

all the suckas who bite'll blow up like an explosive
I'll stamp a pentagram on your forehead
And as soon as ya say a lyric your
X marks the spot where your falls

Then I'll grab your and roll 'cause my duty calls
So all you suckas get the out my way
When I the mic you'll say, homie, don't play

The U N H O L Y, of a helly
I'm like the Devil in your body, writin' bite me on belly
Like 'The Exorcist', the Devil's groove keeps
Turn out the and my body starts glowin'

In neon that's 'cause I'ma pee on
The U N H O L Y
There's a lotta evil but only one devil
Of the dog turnin' back on 'cha get
But forget I hit like no other
You see my rhyme is a pillow, it's made to smother

Try to diss me, I'ma murder ya, I never ya
A son of a and I'ma kill a everyone a ya
Somethin' you've seen, put you in a guillotine

The psycho labeled me as a killer
When I drop the mic your pray
Get the fuck out my way 'cause homey play

Break out the Water, as I slaughter
Better change your last name I'm goin' in alphabetical order
And it won't stop I won't stop
With the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick

you get it through your head
That it get no defer 'cause my lyrics already dead?
Hopin', wishin', prayin', someday I'll what I'm sayin'
But I can't, it seems like I'm possessed with

The U N H O L Y, my mind jumpin'
Get up, get to the rhythm of death
Suckas I'm takin' a break
Them suckas fallin' every time I my a breath

But still, I stop to the beat
One time, one rhyme and I still blew your
Every time I the mic I bet everybody say
Homie don't fuckin'

time I kick shit, it's labeled as wicked shit
Don't try to bullshit 'cause I'll fill you bullets and shit
Rappin' my red head, some say my brains dead
Mockin' what I'm rockin' then you're sayin' what insane

are suicidal, unholy is homicidal
I'm inside your mind and I'm takin' your title
You wanna be me but can't see me
'Cause I'm a ghostwriter, funky, funky

Not unless I get my across
My illin' and illin's I have to do
If you my lyrics, I'm coming after you
Not physically but mentally, instrumentally

If you listen too hard, it might instantly
I can get in doubly until I see your work
You're thinkin' so hard, you're fake, me 'cause your hurt
you pass out you'll have to say
Get that nigga way, man" 'cause homie don't play