Luyện nghe bài hát Make 'em Pay

First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like
When I cock back lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost
I be the seven, twenty-one, eighteen,
The illest one, I'm almost doper than
Straight out the nights of Bed-Stuy
Steppin' up, y'all put your weapons up, I heads fly
artificial, like saccarhin
You're crazy fake, it's more than you be lackin' in
Concepts you bite, your identity ain't tight
Tryin' to be you're not, like pullin' a knife at a gunfight
I'm troopin' on night air, like flight 1-0-6,
And gettin' all up in your mix
You get me upset, and I got you
'Cause my committee's in your tonight, a'ight?
We got seventeen million of us, plus two million
That makes nineteen mil, lightin' shit up, like Wild
I be the supreme father, plus the ill kid, with
My karma, creates the teflon to pierce body armor
And sure you check the shit, before you walk to me, or talk to me
Steppin' to me improperly, you just may the weaponry
My specialty is tearin' out the frame
You know my fuckin' name, I all game
I'm universal, on all planes, your claim?

Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps witness
Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga, with the
Drop you for your spot the blazer, then I blast ya
Slice precise, like Benihanas, when I to bring the dramas
Styles so swift, you can't peep the God
As your get buried, six feet deep, in my backyard,
I laugh hard, your mental, I run through mazes
Dark of terror, to shatter your dressing room mirror
whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed
Too many dumb want to enter this rap scene
Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean
Into oblivion; the true champion always
I bring surprises to the chief, their advisers
Size me up, and you find nothing's larger
Catch more wreck on dome, than a deranged fuckin' barber
So what, you made some dough, you keep on scramblin'
All vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin'
Demandin' that you pay, for your rhyme display
to coast, I break the fakes everyday

I see as the black Rap Messiah
Colossal, spreadin' my through electrical wires
Spit fire through speech, so I can each and every
Tom, Dick, and Jerry, slippin' like jelly
Too in the limelight, can't rhyme tight
I got divine right to bring to light
Somethin' ain't right, to be an MC, you thug
Or to you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged
Show love but few; deal with crew and only
And think universal, Sony
pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided
Give a fuck Pizza Hut, I got to stay Noyd-ed
'Cause that same nigga you trust, be that same cat
Behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, the silencer
Keep it hush, ashes to dust, dust to ashes
Nowadays who pull out the fastest, imagine this
Rap without this gat shit, or the phony cat
In black, talkin' 'bout how his Mac spit
But this year, Gang Starr got changes made
No wack shit bein' played, no fake macks gettin'
No Versace MC's, with a full of Mo'
Soundin' like a ho, that old-fashioned show flow
I that pastel Chanel rap, through a Maxwell
Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap
deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes
Awaken with interpretive and sandals, like Moses
Travellin' high sands and Eastern lands, for the
Ignorance is through the streets, like it was cancer
Too many drinkin' not thinkin', behind that trigger
A thirty-eight the murder rate, for us niggaz
It's like, roulette, 'cause nowadays MC's is gettin' wet
Over someone else's fake rep