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 doper than anyone
out the late nights of Bed-Stuy
Steppin' up, y'all put your weapons up, I make fly
artificial, like saccarhin
You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be in
Concepts you bite, 'cause your identity ain't
Tryin' to be somethin' you're not, pullin' a knife at a gunfight
I'm troopin' on night air, flight number 1-0-6,
And all up in your fuckin' mix
You get me upset, and I got you
my committee's in your city tonight, a'ight?
We got seventeen million of us, two million Indians
That makes nineteen mil, lightin' shit up, like Wild
I be the father, plus the ill kid, with drama
My karma, creates the teflon to your body armor
And make sure you check the shit, before you walk to me, or to me
to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
My specialty is tracks out the frame
You know my fuckin' name, I all game
I'm universal, on all planes, your claim?

Yo, I be highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness
Tremendous tropper, nigga, with the fitness
Drop you for your spot with the blazer, then I ya
precise, like Benihanas, when I come to bring the dramas
Styles so swift, that you peep the God
As lyrics get buried, six feet deep, in my backyard,
I hard, while your mental, I run through mazes
Dark of terror, to shatter your dressing room mirror
Your whole error crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed
Too many dumb want to enter this rap scene
Kickin' Willie Bobo, but to be slapped clean
Into the true champion always rises
I bring to the chief, plus their advisers
me up, and you will find nothing's larger
Catch more wreck on dome, than a deranged fuckin' barber
So what, you some dough, you best keep on scramblin'
All your vanity, is crushed, when I start handlin'
that you pay, for your weak rhyme display
Coast to coast, I break the everyday

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