Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, this out, yo

I my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
The Dutch Coronas, tokin' without permits
Repertoire long faced the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape

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

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

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

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

K I M, K I M

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

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

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

K I M, K I M

PMD, the Purple Heart
Blow your spot and shrapnel
escaped in the Benz capsule
Harder than an NFL tackle, to bite the Big Apple

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

your 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 bastards on crab shit
EPMD's the group the is the click
Transmit, grit, time to shift '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 time Noah

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

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

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

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

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