Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

{What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for
Give it, you Smokey, Give it
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'
Motherfucker, I gimme the message}

{It's from Willie, in the slam, nigga, you busted?
Yeah, the man me up
Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to witchu
Now the message}

{Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told me to tell motherfuckers
To keep cool, he be out one way or another,
Maybe I could stick around for awhile, naw, out, man
You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk you?}

my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em
Just me and you, motherfucker, me and you
I put trademarks your fuckin' eye}

Portrayin', be payin', uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, Wally champ cat
Yeah, on this one

Yo, Gambino niggas, who theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers, who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit jollyin', my team be gamin'
Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians

Many raps crochetin', ay yo, Iron
niggas portrayin' but haven't been payin'
For real, slide on these niggas, like fear
fade style, usually tough grenade

Throw a blade, fuck laid
Guzzle this shit like
Big-dick have, never half-suede
Connectin' with the hot is done

Light up a
I run nuttin' but the wildest, foulest
on now, long dick style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, my shit out

Eventually, a rap gun mentally
Been doin' this century kid, just to be
Get on your knees an' bless me with a gem in the
off by P.M.

Snatch Canadian with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two
The lesson is 'Don't owe, you might get stole on'
When I go me wit Valow on

{They come to me and understand just let me get mines
after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do
Fuck 'em up

'nuff, hit the bank an' thrust
Cool Nauticas, Jamie Summer got trained on the bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, the label
Hittin' white label, the Winnebago unstable

Smooth sailin', walked in, my started kneelin'
stealin', I'm too ill, see, we're bellin' at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max
Michael Bolton call, I'm too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck
The violin in 'Knowledge God' ill
obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone leave bartenders topless

Dead on the prosecutor, a juror
Me an' my girl'll run like an' Laura
We sit back on Islands
Sippin' mix out of boat, coconut bowls, we whylin'

Sit jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Sit jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Sit jollyin', my team be gamin'
Like three card Rolly an' Somalians pollyin'
Sit jollyin', my team be gamin'
Like three Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Sit

meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical, the
Cappadonna, never caterin' to
My microphone an' three weigh a ton of slaughter

You oughta, five thousand, across the water
My laboratory story keep me with the glory
Acapella or dirty instrumental
I could the sky like the stormy wind blew

One gallon of whylin', Park profilin'
I cut your face up, rough fifty, sure while smilin'
For my position
I leave you smoked like a head on a mission

Two tokes of mic dope, one of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic intelligence
Person to person, be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to me

'Cause I'm P L O T K O day
Dance hall General, fanatic colonel
Cappadonna, son'a old just go infernal
for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'

Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd
When I bow, all praises due to Staten
I spark the mic an' Shaolin spark the
Every evenin' I have a by myself

Thinkin' who's be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bitchin', rap twist the of warfare
I brutalize, all competition ill hair
Chance him, that's what they said, up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked an' packed it, gimme my

way I, the way I wanna get 'em, I want 'em gotten
I want 'em out, I want 'em gotten
niggas need to be gotten, he need to be taken off of here
That's