Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

[Royce
yo, yo, this is a exclusive

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

Royce Da 5'9" would to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from on 'n
My new name from now on, don't even call me Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one
Everytime you motherfuckers on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, believes you (*echoes*)

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the (bitch)
Who must I for sayin my name?
Somebody 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 tough cause got locked up
I am above y'all, when you your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your
And I like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma you up
Snatch your cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy in touch
And be a good little hype man, or lease is up
Since signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a like a fuckin truck!
HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up 50 posters, PUNK
You speak you late, prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his or somethin'
How 'bout this, I speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of front
and tie your fat stankin ass to your and just
FEED YOU, you look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or I'll be on your porch
a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool reach intelligence
He sweats he raps, 'cause he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's
About to dig his own grave with a fork and
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty
Give it a year, a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves
What do I know, other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my
You, BITCH, let's face it I it to y'all
My lil' sister got six that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the
than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, my ASS
I don't wanna to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all throw up dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I
Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go
you lil punk ass niggaz, can scream and yell all you want
I like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the to kenell
Paul call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a with Ray
Sign Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again

We gon' beat yo' ass (4x)

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

[Tre
Tre Little, the gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and commercial appeal
I turn yo' head into 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said 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 local hoes
I hit you than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one
Step around from your security and to that man
I understand you yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' happen to you
And I don't give a for that, nigga, I'll do life
I you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake and problems
Followed by niggaz who fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is Denaun I'ma stab you
So times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
You is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was somethin'
Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my is realer
What producer you ever know only good for filler

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

Little talking]
Yea you add water and ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here ain't no backbone?
Nigga, on when I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, this boy
Need the boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like motherfucka
Faggots, I the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz
Sell my one nigga
What the y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers it
Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all
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 point bitch, or get the hollows
It's Cash Flow
Big

[Royce
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