Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

Penicillin on wax, the for rap
Crooklyn Dodger number two on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, surprise nigga
Not physically, but I'm a figure

Al Pacino status, the baddest,
Repetition a automatic, can't stop it
High floatin', po satin' coke snortin'
I see a fetus, moms thought about abortin'

Important, am I? Gotta ask
But then I think twice like a
Authentic, percentage, calculating my state
Eat and fit it

Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you like draino
Lava, a volcano
Scorchin', the microphone I lost it

Freddie Foxxx the twin millies
Burn a
Aiyo fuck these niggas
Slice 'em up an ox pop

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Isle
I bring it to these fake niggas with a and a smile
You know my style, America's most feared
Yeah, from New York to Cali, I'm called an Rainer

While you frontin' like ballin', son I in the mix
Same in your burner since '76
Act like you can't tell, be live as hell
so much shots
When my hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells"

Call me Knuckles 'cuz my hands be swell
knockin' niggas out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you me all up in ya chest
I make the nigga catch a body blame it on stress

And if he snitch, I bail him out and his bitch
And then sedate her with my four clap
Shit's only rap but I'm like that
So when while niggas be talkin' dogs and walkin' like

Niggas mouths gettin' way too fat
But O.C. and big Oxxx, we bought to bring it back
"Let's go back"
"I'm tellin' it just that"

We be money ground but you can't get none
'Cuz if you step into my round, you be one son
We get love niggas be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want

Any nigga play high post, I'm runnin'
O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin' Range
(Tellin' to they face that the fassad is over
Now it's for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?)

No question, we manifestin', we feel
Bust up in your session, niggas up like adolescence
(Like a D&D, I see a gang, no motherfuckin' body
Seein' me that's pure fantasy)

True indeed son, we the one
niggas goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
(That's means case, I bring highs to any base
the profession)

Mean that real on the mic, bringin' it back
It's mad potent, like crack, it's type addicted
All up in ya mind, you don't want hard

We be under ground but you can't get none
'Cuz if you step my round, you be one dead son
We get love where be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want