Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, check out, yo

I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers,
The Dutch Coronas, tokin' irons permits
Repertoire long faced murderer's the
Black Bruce mix tape arsonist

Esquire, for hire, with total rapid
Supplier to any Tom, Dick, Maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan
I get the situation before you shoot it

Flow director, you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin' off smoke
Who next up to get up, I don't pop corks
I pop New York a dot till import

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

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

K I M, K I M

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

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

K A, Shawn Mims, I from a long line of Geechies
Who care, blow Lo Luchinis
I like Spawn, takes no time
For me to get on, to the break of dawn,

K I M, K I M

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

Southpaw, raw I was a Sophomore
Before I met in the corridor
The mentals, rapper entrepreneur
more action than Roger Moore

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

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

K I M, K I M

Keith Murray, the holder of the
Lyrical analyst, mental coaster flower
folder, track blower, MC over 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 dimension know
Y'all simple minded niggaz is pitiful and weak

give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a rate of mortality
At static, Kraftmatic
Smokin', barkin' like a dog, like an asthmatic

Lyrical create fly rap sculpture
Ninety eight banger boy, yeah I told ya
chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here the lyrical brain melter

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

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