Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, check out, yo

I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers,
The Coronas, tokin' irons without permits
Repertoire long faced the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix arsonist

Esquire, for hire, total rapid fire
Supplier to any Tom, Dick, Maguire
You chose the man to get the plan executed
I get the happenin' before you shoot it

director, surprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm off smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, I pop corks
I pop New York with a dot till

The art then the craft, will you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a
Uptown, naked, a bag with hash, check it

Shut your windows and lock doors
Whores scream louder Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all
Atomic dogs, packed in a Yukon

K I M, K I M

John Blaze, I keep y'all rockin' for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the
My own Mix Tape DJ, I
You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I busy, word up
Come now look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin'
A five year's span turned nuttin' somethin'

And don't get familiar, whole entourage don't be
Feelin' ya, behind your back they killin' ya
(Who am I?)
The Ex Head bad motherfucker
High on with Chris Tucker
I be a Head banger to my very breath
Jermaine Dupri think I'm So So Def

K A, Shawn Mims, I come a long line of Geechies
Who didn't care, Lo Luchinis
I transform Spawn, takes no time
For me to get on, to the break of dawn,

K I M, K I M

PMD, the Purple Heart
Blow spot and left shrapnel
Then escaped in the Benz
than an NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple

Southpaw, raw I was a Sophomore
Before I met Jane in the
The mentals, rapper slash
With more action than Roger

Turn cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray Windex on your jaw
it, fuckin' with P is hazardous
Iced out started and manufactured this

My Squad's wild like the on Geographic
Smash you on some crab shit
EPMD's the group the Squadron is the
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to 'cause I'm

K I M, K I M

Keith Murray, the of the boulder
Lyrical analyst, roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC thrower
I flow witcha two at a like Noah

I goes off to the beat, on the edge of
And kick rhymes in my sleep and mortality
Finally, every know Keith
Y'all egotistical minded niggaz is pitiful and weak

I'll you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high of mortality
At static, lyrical
Smokin', barkin' like a dog, breathin' an asthmatic

Lyrical sculpture create fly rap
eight Head banger boy, yeah I told ya
Total chaos, skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical melter

I be maxin' and relaxin', action
Flippin' more big ol' words Jesse Jackson
My knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man, I feel for my

K I M, K I M
K I M, K I M