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 without
Repertoire long faced the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape

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 happenin' you shoot it

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

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

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

K I M, K I M

John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz 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
now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin'
A five year's span turned nuttin' somethin'

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

K A, Shawn Mims, I come a long line of Geechies
Who care, blow 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 your spot and left
Then escaped in the capsule
Harder an NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple

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

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

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

K I M, K I M

Keith Murray, the of the boulder
analyst, mental roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC over
I flow witcha two at a time like

I goes off to the beat, on the of reality
And kick rhymes in my and battle mortality
Finally, every dimension 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 rate of
At static, lyrical
Smokin', like a dog, breathin' like an asthmatic

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

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