Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Spree

A caliber of mc
track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a. you heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get up
believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashin down the block style
Eighteen speakers kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you pro?
On the low the other night I caught your stage 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 yourself an mc, man you be
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 some breath
(ha ha ha) but now don't let be the excuse
You was definitely doper, when no one you

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

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

Cat was out of pocket, got in his jaw
Fell to the floor, all she wrote
But I rhymes, that burn every time
On mad mix shows I got off the mind
But what's in a rhyme, if it don't tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you right
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 with dis lemonade
Use, gatorade to
Electrolytes after I this mic too
Yo what's my name? herut
By the way since you been askin all these
Who the hell are
I seen your before, no lie
A devil spy, as an ambassador
You can't the divine sun rule
Word to blue magic - right up - and see the likwit crew
Hurry hurry, get your tickets, in line
After the show it's at the towers on and vine
Me and my niggaz at the bar henny
Got bitch open all night, as if her name was denny's

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