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
Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist

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

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

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

Shut your windows and lock doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I
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 a clue when I'm doin 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' into

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

K A, Shawn Mims, I come from a long of Geechies
Who didn't care, blow Lo
I transform like Spawn, no time
For me to get on, to the of dawn, word

K I M, K I M

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

Southpaw, raw since I was a
I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals, rapper entrepreneur
With more action than Roger

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

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

K I M, K I M

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

I off to the beat, on the edge of reality
And rhymes in my sleep and battle mortality
Finally, dimension know Keith
Y'all egotistical simple niggaz is pitiful and weak

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

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

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

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