Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was short like
As I so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, fast, like ramadan
Its that rap Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H.
In tank-light totes, iron
Was told in shootouts, low, and keep firin
extra clips for extra shit
Who's next to flip, on cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", baby
Ain't no where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard
With my man Capone, dumbing, something
You should know my
from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I never before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I and bust
If the between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal
I make it hot, a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who ya?
You still pedal shit, I got more than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you do it?"

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

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

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
Don't forget the publishing, I em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised you run with
I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but
Trying to blow up like nitro and sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own
trips to Cairo, laying with yo bitch
I know you you was rich, fucking prick
When I see ya

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 don't hit me no more

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

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

This out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the of NY
that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, that light shit, or scalin it
of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and
Tote steel Bronson, vigilante
You to get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other in this rap thing
They siblings, but my children
One shot, disappearing
Its ill when, MC's used to be on shit
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied
Now they on some money shit, out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine
Make the white shake, that's why my money never
And you recouping, stupid