Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

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

{It's Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted?
Yeah, the man me up
Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play
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
I could stick around for awhile, naw, that's out, man
You know? can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?}

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

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

Yo, niggas, who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers, who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin', my 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
Caesar fade style, usually grenade

Throw a blade, fuck gettin'
Guzzle shit like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have, never
with the hot style is done

Light up a
I run with but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long style
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 an' bless 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 me wit Valow on

{They come to me and just 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 an' thrust
Nauticas, Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the
Hittin' label, left the Winnebago unstable

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

mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl
The in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill
obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll bartenders topless

on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me an' my run like Luke an' Laura
We sit on Malayan Islands
mix drinks 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 Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'
Sit back jollyin', my team be
Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians

Sit

meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical, the
Cappadonna, never to none
My an' three verse weigh a ton of slaughter

You oughta, thousand, back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the
Acapella or dirty instrumental
I blow 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 crack on a mission

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

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

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

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

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