Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Man

You could strike a match in my
too to tan
heavy metel from a one man band
my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
whippin at the fairies a brass belt buckle
in the ghetto
hard metal
gotta '87 with a fat gas pedal
hard lite
shave wit a
love to get freaky on the nights

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got childhood
from the of my life
laugh now they beggin to be mix'a'lots wife
a new is here vigilanties o' rap
got eyes like wit my boys at my back
now im back for revenge all the must end
breathin is out
whole is in
alot of dummies get paid just for clappin thier
not the style or desire of a true man

south side ruler
dont cooler
big money
not a dumb user
is real not
paid pet
met clint
his mama
billboard
avenue
hard rock and
rock killa
girls in the
yo blouse
i am the man yo moma was warnin you
the bad boy of rap
no slack
talk my back and
you might get
you get paid
but yo aint real
metals like mush
this like steel!

(chorus)

big E gold
MC
more lines in my than a sunburnt russin
ever speakin
girls be
buggin off the drums my snare be peekin
worlds hated
too bad ta be
you mad
and i be
be single
your bad im
than swarchinager in terminater
guitar ripper
sipper
transboard
and not a lil
fleash steal
mc
dees shrimp salad not part of my meal
heavy drum
cant stand
hate funk and not a bullshitter
wanna kiss
suckas fists
lotta try ta rock but it aint like this!

THE IRON MAN OF RAP THE BIG METAL, HAMMER!

now thats true rap