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 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 quit actin' like that my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna y'all
'Cause that's I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here 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 ain't goin nowhere
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, only one problem
you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, 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, what rap crew I gotta up out the game (bitch)
Who must I for sayin my name?
Somebody die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's in my shoes
quick to talk all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your to diss me
I only recognize the top of your
And I like 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
Snatch your cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in
And be a good little man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as
good, cause you got a grill 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 gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he speakin' to me
I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on weak ass crew
You, BITCH, you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that
and tie your fat stankin ass to couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your
with a cheeseburger 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 stutterin' fool reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty
Give it a year, both a y'all be 50's leaves
What do I know, that other y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my
You, BITCH, face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the 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 the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch ass
Don't call me, I ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all throw up your dukes and swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' scratch they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' & Kel
You, BITCH, o' y'all can put in the card to kenell
Paul better call me, like he called
Matter o' fact, I might even do a with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a again

We gon' beat yo' ass (4x)

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

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

We beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

talking]
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the now too, nigga
Big Homie's out nigga, up

Little talking]
Yea you add and stir ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here 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 y'all ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all
Sell my one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bitch
Street orientated; motherfuckers hate it
how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' ass, yea dude
about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
You'll end up like click boom,
City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the motherfucker
It's Cash Flow
Big

Talkin]
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