Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was short like
As I crush willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H.
In totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, low, and keep firin
Keep clips for extra shit
next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie
Ain't no telling I may be
May see me in D.C. at Homecoming
my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
You know my steelo
Went from ten G's for to thirty G's a show
To orgies hoes I never seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I squeeze and
If the beef us, we can settle it
With the chrome and shit
I make it hot, a kettle get
You're delicate, you get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you was Poppa don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your should I let you die
In fear you to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the sick
You cursed it, but it
I drop unexpectedly bird shit
You herbs get, quickly for royalties and show money
forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, but dicks
Trying to blow up nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's
Got pay off my flow, rhyme my own click
Take to Cairo, laying with yo bitch
I you praying you was rich, fucking prick
I see ya I'ma

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was Poppa hit me no more

Kick in the door, waving the
All you heard was don't hit me no more

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no

Kick in the door, the four-four
All you heard was don't hit me no more

This goes out for those that to use
views on the King of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in eye
Now ya Braille in it, that light shit, or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in
Sold more powder than and Johnson
Tote steel Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you to ask me
no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my
One shot, they
Its ill when, used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, shit
Now they on some money shit, out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my milly
Make the shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recouping,