Luyện nghe bài hát Jeopardy

[Intro: Mike]
I'm gonna this bitch the fuck out!
You betta' -- You might record the way you feelin' like history bein' made
This put a mirror on the goddamn screen
go, El-P!
Huh? Champ! That's we're gonna do, Mick

[Verse 1: Killer
I'm up at midnight, I'm off in my Nizzikes
A gun and a metal pizzipe, a knizzife is to my
I'm lurkin' servin' on who lack a purpose
I've got 'em filled up with frizzight Mizzike is you all rizzight?
I'm lookin' lurkin' on twerkin' for service
The bitch's bag is a Birkin, I'm yellin' screamin' and
I'm putting pistols in faces at random places
give it up or stand adjacent to Satan
Bad man chillin', the villains is
No Jesuses here, I the demons in my ear
And I it , I need it, see it, I take it
Never fake it, wrap you motherfuckers up, leave you
The jewels runners, top tag for two summers
Live and let live, fuck you cuz cause that's a honor
I'm totin' on two llamas
You Niggas ass and and trash, fuck it, I'm too honest
So fuck you fuckboys forever, I hope I said it
And that's about the psyche of and Mikey
You meet another better, highly unlikely
And if I can't rap, then maggot fuck, fight me
I live for the thrill of the kill, yes it me
You know your favorite rapper ain't shit and me, I be
The closest of God you might see
Pay honors like momma young sonna and take a right knee
The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, nine three
Mix the of Brad Jordan and Chuck D and find me
I with the diction of Malcolm or say a Bun B
Prevail through Hell, so get thee behind me

(Run the Jewels)

2: El-P]
I've never been much of shit, by most measurements don't
On the radar a little in the shadow of motherships
Been smothered and brashly muffled by hucksters of global spin Like the sign on my back "stab me", my soul is your little bitch
But maybe you should be careful when flipping a stranger's switch Like assuming the war is won a symptom of arrogance
nothing to lose a step up then everything's for the win
So we grin in the face of frauds and tell monsters to suck our
I live to spit on your grave, my is to disgrace you
The kitten became a lion that look at your face like great
why we got the people behind us
While other rappers are vaginas for the fame the jewels runners will always stay
Motherfuck permission, was never yours to begin with
And every bar of the bitch shit you spit is your fucking
I been here making raw shit and asked to be lauded
Run the is the answer, your question is "what's poppin'?"