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 gimme the message}

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

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

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

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

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

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

Light up a
I run with 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' century kid, just meant to be
Get on knees an' bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
off by P.M.

Snatch Canadian with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two
The greatest lesson is owe, you might get stole on'
I go bury me wit Valow 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'
Nauticas, Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, raw eggs, read the label
Hittin' label, left the Winnebago unstable

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

Louisville mix pain rap, fuck Benadryl
The violin in God' sounded ill
obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave topless

Dead on the prosecutor, a juror
Me an' my girl'll run like 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 back jollyin', my be gamin'
Like three card Rolly an' drug pollyin'
Sit jollyin', my team be gamin'
Like three card Rolly an' Somalians pollyin'

Sit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thinkin' who's gonna be the 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 said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked an' it, gimme my rewards

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