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, well nigga
Not physically, but I'm a figure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mean that real niggas on the mic, bringin' it
It's mad potent, like good crack, it's 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 niggas be scared to
And we got a lot to give, but you don't want none