Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

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

from Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted?
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, told me to tell motherfuckers
To keep cool, he be out one way or another,
Maybe I stick around for awhile, naw, that's out, man
You know? can we, The Lords, do with 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 champ cat
Yeah, on this one

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

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

Throw a blade, fuck gettin'
Guzzle this like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have, half-suede
with the hot style is done

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sit

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

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

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

Two tokes of mic dope, one of elegance
Rated like the graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to 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
Veteran for with the new set of rule of hard rappin'

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

Thinkin' who's be the next to catch a beatin'
my mental slangin', bitchin', rap twist the point 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, my rewards

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