Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

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

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

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

{Kiss my ass, motherfucker, 'em
me and you, motherfucker, just me and you
I put trademarks around your eye}

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

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

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

Throw a blade, gettin' laid
Guzzle this like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have, never
Connectin' with the hot is done

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

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

Snatch Canadian cream with
Fellatium style, play it like Arabians
The lesson is 'Don't owe, you might get stole on'
When I go bury me wit on

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

'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank an'
Cool Nauticas, Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, raw eggs, read the label
Hittin' white label, left the unstable

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

mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl
The violin in 'Knowledge God' ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders

on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me an' my run like Luke 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 back jollyin', my team be
Like card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'
Sit back jollyin', my team be
Like card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Sit

Deep meditation, sound orientated, war the
Rap para-medical, the
Cappadonna, caterin' to none
My microphone an' three weigh a ton of slaughter

You oughta, five thousand, back the water
My laboratory keep me flowin' with the glory
or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky the stormy wind blew

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

Two of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to me

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

Ninety-six jive, I keep the live clappin'
When I bow, all due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic an' spark the methtical
Every evenin' I a by myself meetin'

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

{The way I, the way I wanna get 'em, I want 'em
I want 'em layin' out, I 'em gotten
'Cause need to be gotten, he need to be taken off of here
straight}