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 like to apologize to the of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect
'Cause what 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 city kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin 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 beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

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

We gon' beat yo' ass (4x)

talking]
I even 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 will beat yo ass nigga
Tre Little, it on

[Tre
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 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly 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 local
I hit you harder than that white girl broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this one talk
Step around from your security and talk to man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but my brother
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 money brings is niggaz and problems
by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun stab you
So many times, I'ma bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you made sound like it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only for album filler

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

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

Talkin]
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