Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was short leprechauns
As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and
Get in that ass, quick fast, ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, Poppa
You got ta, call me, M.H. White
In totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep
Keep extra for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on that cat with grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Homecoming
With my man Capone, dumbing, something
You know my steelo
Went from ten G's for to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never seen
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I and bust
If the beef us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal
I make it hot, like a get
You're delicate, you get, who sent ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

Kick in the door, waving the
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

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
Look how dark it get, ya marked with death
Should I start breath should I let you die
In you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't the word sick
You cursed it, but it
I unexpectedly like bird shit
You herbs get, stuck for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with
Son, I'm you run with them
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but
to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own
Take trips to Cairo, laying yo bitch
I know you praying you was rich, fucking
When I see ya

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

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

This goes out for that choose to use
views on the King of NY
Fuck that, why try, throw in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash light 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 other king in this rap
siblings, nothing but my children
One shot, they
Its ill when, MC's 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 white shake, that's why my money never
And you still recouping,