Luyện nghe bài hát Kick In The Door

Your reign on the top was short leprechauns
As I crush willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that ass, quick fast, ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, Poppa
You got ta, call me, M.H. White
In tank-light totes, iron
Was told in shootouts, low, and keep firin
extra clips for extra shit
Who's to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie
no telling where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard
With my man Capone, dumbing, fucking
You know my steelo
Went from ten G's for to thirty G's a show
To orgies with hoes I seen before
So, Jesus, get off the
Penis, before I and bust
If the between us, we can settle it
With the and metal shit
I make it hot, like a get
delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You pedal 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 Poppa hit me no more

in the door, waving 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

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 your should I let you die
In you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the sick
You it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like shit
You herbs get, stuck for royalties and show money
Don't the publishing, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm you run with them
I they got cum in them, cause they, nothing but dicks
Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own
Take trips to Cairo, with yo bitch
I know you you was rich, fucking prick
When I see ya

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

in the door, waving 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 out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful on the King of NY
Fuck that, why try, bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light shit, or it
of ya nonsense in eighty-eight
Sold more powder than Johnson and
steel like Bronson, vigilante
You to get on son, you need to ask me
no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my
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, successful out the
They weight, fragilly, my nine milly
Make the white shake, that's why my never funny
And you still recouping,