Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

{What you on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey
it, you Smokey, man? Give 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 got no fuckin' time to play witchu
Now the message}

{Willie's in Warwick, 1 to 3, told 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 punk like

{Kiss my ass, motherfucker, 'em
Just me and you, motherfucker, 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, on this one

Yo, niggas, who swipe theirs
rap cavaliers, midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Sit back jollyin', my be gamin'
Like three card Rolly an' drug pollyin'

raps they crochetin', ay yo, Iron
These niggas portrayin' but haven't payin'
For real, slide on these niggas, flesh fear
Caesar style, usually tough grenade

Throw a blade, fuck laid
Guzzle this shit Gatorade
Wallies have, never half-suede
Connectin' the hot style is done

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

Eventually, bust a rap gun
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 cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is 'Don't owe, you might get on'
When I go me wit Valow on

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

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

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

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

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

Sit

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

You oughta, five thousand, back across the
My laboratory story me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind

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

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

'Cause I'm P L O T K O day
Dance hall General, party colonel
Cappadonna, old school 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 I have a by myself meetin'

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

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