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 soundbwoy
Unlike anything out of l.a. you heard of
Word up, you with fire, you'll get burned up
believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashin down the block suburban
Eighteen speakers 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 tell that you're like busta
And you got "rhymes galore"
Mmm mmm mmm, that somethin?
Got the nerve to call an mc, man you be frontin
I apologize, oh yeah, and uh
Go to school, learn some concepts and grammar
Of yourself, get a
time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let be the excuse
You was doper, when no one knew you

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

You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme
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 around, mad cause no one's feelin you
Mad at me, cause all your peoples know my lyrics too
They sing along cause my bumps
On the mix tapes that you made, yet and still you try to playa
(what? ) you're featherweight, weaker than a plate
Lyrically, when to me, I know your style is fake
Fraud, manufactures, than hyundai
Now you're hardcore you probably used to be a true guy
Make up your mind guy, now the mr. get high guy
If you ever step to me you'll think french because fuckin fried
In the mix of my verbal fightin sticks
You gamble cause 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, that burn every
On mad mix shows I got wreck off the
But what's in a rhyme, if it sound tight?
You ask me if a lot of rappers are wack man you right
to say these brothers 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 putnam and sip bombays dis lemonade
Use, gatorade to
Electrolytes after I this mic too
Yo what's my defari herut
By the way since you askin all these questions
Who the are you?
I seen your before, no lie
A devil spy, as an ambassador
You fool the divine sun rule
Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the crew
Hurry hurry, get your tickets, 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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