Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and
Get in that ass, quick fast, like
Its that rap Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, M.H. White
In tank-light totes, iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and firin
Keep extra clips for shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard
my man Capone, dumbing, fucking something
You know my steelo
Went ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I squeeze and
If the beef us, we can settle it
the chrome and metal shit
I make it hot, like a get
You're delicate, you get, who sent ya?
You still shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

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

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

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

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

On ya mark, get set, I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with
Should I start your should I let you die
In fear you to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't the word sick
You it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like shit
You herbs get, stuck quickly for and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm with them
Son, I'm you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but
Trying to blow up like nitro and sticks
Mad I smoke rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, with my own click
Take trips to Cairo, laying with yo
I know you praying you was rich, fucking
I see ya I'ma

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 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 choose to use
Disrespectful views on the of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that shit, or scalin it
of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote like Bronson, vigilante
You want to get on son, you to ask me
Ain't no king in this rap thing
siblings, nothing but my children
One shot, disappearing
Its ill when, used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the
light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, why my money never funny
And you still recouping,