Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Spree

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

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I'm on a killing spree, soundbwoy constantly
murder wack mc
I'm on a killing spree, level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat nah wanna see me

You was stone cold lyin by the full wack writin
If I had some I'd ignite it, with my lighter..
.. boom! you combust, cause you me
than them flat-ass crackers on three's company
You walk around, mad no one's feelin you
Mad at me, cause all your peoples know my lyrics too
They sing cause my song bumps
On the mix tapes you made, yet and still you try to playa hate
(what? ) you're featherweight, weaker than a plate
Lyrically, when to me, I know your style is fake
Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than
Now hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy
Make up mind guy, now you're the mr. get high guy
If you ever step to me think french because you're fuckin fried
In the mix of my verbal fightin sticks
You shouldn't gamble round for round 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, burn every time
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the
But in a rhyme, if it don't sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are man you damn right
Who's to say these from l.a.
Will take charge like and shine, in a special way?
I say okay, let's get
Let's put this money on and sip bombays with dis lemonade
Use, to refuel
Electrolytes after I ignite mic too
Yo what's my defari herut
By the way since you been askin all these
Who the are you?
I your kind before, no lie
A devil spy, as an ambassador
You can't the divine sun rule
to blue magic - step right up - and see the likwit crew
Hurry hurry, get your tickets, in line
After the show it's at the towers on sunset and
Me and my niggaz at the bar henny
Got your bitch open all night, as if her was denny's

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