Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Spree

A different of mc
This track is filthy, to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree murder
Unlike out of l.a. you ever heard of
Word up, you with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my shit the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashin down the block suburban
Eighteen speakers kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you pro?
On the low the other night I caught wack-ass stage show
Oh.. boy, you're a bore
But you everybody that you're like busta
And you got "rhymes galore"
Mmm mmm mmm, that somethin?
Got the to call yourself an mc, man you be frontin
I apologize, oh yeah, and uh
Go back to school, learn some concepts and
Of yourself, get a
Next time you on stage, use primatine for breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let be the excuse
You was doper, when no one knew you

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I'm on a spree, murder soundbwoy constantly
Constantly murder mc
I'm on a killing spree, skill at maximum
Dem bwoy nah wanna see me

You was stone lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If I had some gasoline I'd it, with my lighter..
.. boom! you combust, cause you me
Wacker than them flat-ass on three's company
You walk around, mad no one's feelin you
Mad at me, all your peoples they know my lyrics too
They along cause my song bumps
On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to hate
(what? ) you're featherweight, than a paper plate
Lyrically, compared to me, I know your style is fake
Fraud, manufactures, than hyundai
Now you're hardcore you used to be a true nerd guy
up your mind guy, now you're the mr. get high guy
If you ever to me you'll think french because you're fuckin fried
In the mix of my verbal fightin sticks
You shouldn't gamble cause round for you can't handle this

Cat was out of pocket, got in his jaw
to the floor, that's all she wrote
But I wrote rhymes, that every time
On mad mix shows I got off the mind
But in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you damn
Who's to say brothers from l.a.
Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a way?
I say okay, get paid
Let's put this money on putnam and sip bombays with dis
Use, to refuel
Electrolytes after I ignite mic too
Yo my name? defari herut
By the way you been askin all these questions
Who the are you?
I seen your before, no lie
A spy, disguised as an ambassador
You can't fool the divine sun
Word to blue - step right up - and see the likwit crew
hurry, get your tickets, stand in line
After the show at the towers on sunset and vine
Me and my niggaz at the bar sippin
Got your bitch all night, as if her name was denny's

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