Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Maiden

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

from 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, told me to 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
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 Wally cat
Yeah, it's on one

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

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

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

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

Eventually, a rap gun mentally
Been doin' this 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 thirty-two Arabians
The greatest is 'Don't owe, you might get stole on'
When I go me wit Valow on

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

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

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

Louisville mix pain rap, fuck Benadryl
The violin in God' sounded 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 be gamin'
Like card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin'
Sit jollyin', my team be gamin'
Like three card an' drug Somalians pollyin'

Sit

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

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

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

Two tokes of mic dope, one of elegance
Rated the movie 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

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

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

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

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