Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

[Royce
yo, yo, is a J-dogg exclusive

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

Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my 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 tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, only one problem
Everytime you breathe on the mic
a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, probably YOU
You fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
quick to talk all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got up
I am above y'all, when you your raps to diss me
I only the top of your hats
And I don't Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I catch 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 good little hype man, or lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your as much
That's good, you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters,
You speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to awards
and get yo' ass by B2K
I just wish 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 keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin
You a joke, I whoever buttered you up
I've ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, I find you I'ma snatch you out of that front
and tie your fat ass to your couch and just
YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your
with a tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause he's in it, say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw extra "g's" in it
Just like a fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and
You, BITCH, Denaun and please
Give it a year, both a y'all be 50's leaves
What do I know, other 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 it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the
Quicker Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.?
I be makin' motherfuckers scratch heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' can put in the card to kenell
Paul better me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song Ray
Sign Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again

We beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)

[Royce
I don't even want you punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing
Nothin', you not on my level, I will yo boss's ass nigga
Tre Little, it on

[Tre
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm that guy
I'm 5'6", got lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and commercial appeal
I yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that beats my family
Eminem, Nelly that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and him up
You don't talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff
You, BITCH, yo' some local hoes
I hit you harder than that girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can this with one talk
Step around your security and talk to that man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my
Anythin' that to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun stab you
So many times, feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was somethin'
lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know good for album filler

We beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

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

[Royce
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