Luyện nghe bài hát K. I. M.

Nah, nah, check out, yo

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

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

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

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

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

K I M, K I M

John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin' for
Boriquas, to eses, the ways
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 look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin'
A year's span turned nuttin' into somethin'

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

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

K I M, K I M

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

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

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

My Squad's wild like the on Geographic
Smash you bastards on some shit
the group the Squadron 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 over
I flow witcha two at a time Noah

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

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

Lyrical create fly rap sculpture
Ninety eight banger 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' than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you it
Man, I feel for my

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