Luyện nghe bài hát Make 'em Pay

First and foremost, rappers are sweet like fructose
When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be
I be the seven, twenty-one, eighteen,
The one, I'm almost doper than anyone
Straight out the nights of Bed-Stuy
up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly
You're artificial, 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, like a knife at a gunfight
I'm troopin' on night air, like number 1-0-6,
And gettin' all up in your mix
You get me upset, and I got you
'Cause my committee's in your city tonight,
We got seventeen million of us, two million Indians
That makes nineteen mil, lightin' up, like Wild Bill
I be the father, plus the ill kid, with drama
My karma, creates the teflon to pierce 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 tearin' out the frame
You know my fuckin' name, I all game
I'm universal, on all planes, what's claim?

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

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