Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

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

Al status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like a automatic, stop it
floatin', po satin' like coke snortin'
When I see a fetus, moms thought abortin'

Important, am I? ask myself
But then I twice like a Gemini
Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind
Eat and fit it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We be money under ground but you can't get
if you step into my round, you be one dead son
We get love where niggas be to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want

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

No question, we manifestin', what we
Bust up in your session, smack niggas up like
(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin'
Seein' me that's pure fantasy)

indeed son, we ain't the one
While goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
(That's means murder case, I highs to any base
the profession)

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

We be money under ground but you can't get
'Cuz if you into 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 want none