Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Spree

A caliber of mc
This track is filthy, to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first soundbwoy murder
anything out of l.a. you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get up
Best believe that my shit sound the best, when turned up
Loud, mashin down the block style
Eighteen speakers kit chromed out
Yo, you think that you pro?
On the low the other I caught your wack-ass stage show
Oh.. boy, you're 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 concepts and grammar
Of yourself, get a
Next you on stage, use primatine for some breath control
(ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be the
You was definitely doper, no one knew you

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

You was stone cold by the full wack rhyme writin
If I had some I'd ignite it, with my lighter..
.. boom! you combust, cause you me
Wacker than them flat-ass crackers on three's
You walk around, mad cause no feelin you
Mad at me, cause all your peoples they know my too
They along cause my song bumps
On the mix that you made, yet and still you try to playa hate
(what? ) you're featherweight, weaker a paper plate
Lyrically, when compared to me, I know your style is
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 step to me you'll think french you're fuckin fried
In the mix of my verbal assault fightin
You shouldn't gamble cause round for you can't handle this

Cat was out of pocket, got in his jaw
Fell to the floor, that's all she
But I rhymes, that burn every time
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 are wack man you damn right
to say these brothers from l.a.
Will take like debarge and shine, in a special way?
I say okay, get paid
Let's put this money on putnam and sip bombays with dis
Use, to refuel
after I ignite this mic too
Yo what's my name? defari
By the way since you been all these questions
Who the hell are
I your kind before, no lie
A devil spy, disguised as an
You can't fool the divine sun
Word to blue magic - step right up - and see the 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 bitch open all night, as if her name was denny's

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