Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Spree

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

2x: defari]
I'm on a killing spree, murder soundbwoy
Constantly wack mc
I'm on a killing spree, skill level at
Dem bwoy nah wanna see me

You was cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If I had some I'd ignite it, with my lighter..
.. boom! you combust, you disgust me
Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on company
You walk around, mad cause no one's you
Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my 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 paper
Lyrically, when compared to me, I know style is fake
Fraud, manufactures, cheaper than
Now hardcore you probably used to be a true nerd guy
Make up your mind guy, now the mr. get high guy
If you ever step to me you'll think french because you're fried
In the mix of my verbal assault fightin
You shouldn't gamble cause round for round you can't this

Cat was out of pocket, got in his jaw
to the floor, that's all she wrote
But I rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix I got wreck off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't sound
You ask me if a lot of are wack man you damn right
to say these brothers from l.a.
Will take charge like debarge and shine, in a way?
I say okay, get paid
Let's put this on putnam and sip bombays with dis lemonade
Use, gatorade to
Electrolytes after I ignite mic too
Yo what's my name? defari
By the way since you been askin all questions
Who the are you?
I seen kind before, no lie
A spy, disguised as an ambassador
You fool the divine sun rule
Word to magic - 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 henny
Got your bitch open all night, as if her name was

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