Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

[Royce
yo, yo, this is a exclusive

D-12, worst fucking rap ever (You ready?)

Royce Da 5'9" would to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it
D-12 though, y'all better actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from on 'n
My new from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, only one problem
you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

We beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who I smack for sayin my name?
gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my
quick to talk all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act cause Suge got locked up
I am y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of hats
And I like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he as fuck!
I ever you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the boy keep in touch
And be a little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as
That's good, cause you got a like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, history, over, hang it up
Go and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to awards
and get yo' ass by B2K
I wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or
How 'bout this, I ain't to you, chump
And I'ma pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too
You hidin, when I find you I'ma you out of that front
and tie your fat ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; be on your porch
with a cheeseburger tryin to you outside!
he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you some extra "g's" in it
Just a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's
About to dig his own with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and please
it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves
What do I know, that nigga y'all got in your group
I don't know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to
My lil' sister got six puppies braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the
I'm to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, ain't felt the half
than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so I should be compared to cancer
Y'all throw up your dukes and swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can and yell all you want
I feel I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to
Paul better call me, like he Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you a song again

We beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)

[Royce
I don't want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're
Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo boss's ass
Tre Little, it on

Little]
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm
FUCK you and your appeal
I turn yo' head into 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever nobody beats my family
Eminem, said that he'll eat you like candy
did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don't wanna to Royce, but you talk to Puff
You, BITCH, yo' crew some hoes
I hit you harder than that girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this one talk
Step around from your security and to that man
I understand you yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do
I advise you to stop; yo' money buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is niggaz and problems
by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; I'ma stab you
So many times, feel bad when you collapse!
You is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound it was missin' somethin'
lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever only good for album filler

We beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

[Royce
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too,
Big out nigga, what up

Little talking]
Yea you add water and stir ass motherfuckers, what y'all
My here ain't have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see
Proof what the you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boy
Need the white boy to get started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' niggaz
Sell my bill one
the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers it
Learn how to flow bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea
Asked about nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
end up like click boom, bitch
Rock motherfucker, regardless
Get the bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker
It's Cash Flow
Big

[Royce
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