Luyện nghe bài hát M.U.G.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap from Fantasy 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 acid

While you frontin' 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 much
When my shells hit the it sound like "Rock the Bells"

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

And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his
And then sedate her with my four pound
Shit's rap but I'm livin' like that
So while niggas 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 but you can't get none
'Cuz if you step 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 want none

Any nigga play 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 real nigga shit, can you feel this?)

No question, we manifestin', we feel
Bust up in session, smack niggas up like adolescence
(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 niggas goin' out that, we bring it on like Scarface
(That's means murder case, I highs to any base
the profession)

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

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