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' line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all quit 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 name from now on, don't call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill 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, there's one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers on the mic
It's a lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

We gon' beat yo' ass (2x)

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap I gotta snatch 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
Niggaz to talk all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to me
I only the top of your hats
And I don't 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
your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a little hype man, or your lease is up
Since signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill a fuckin truck!
HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak you late, y'all prolly go up to them awards
and get yo' ass by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't to me
Like I'm one of his 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 fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever you up
I've been ridin by your house, you come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that
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 cheeseburger to lure you outside!
he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw extra "g's" in it
like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, 'cause he got a speach
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and tomb
About to dig his own grave a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty
Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's
What do I know, other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to
My sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can a biscuit
Quicker quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch ass
Don't call me, I ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be to cancer
Y'all up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they when I rhyme
Y'all lil' scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, can scream and yell all you want
I like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' can put in the card to kenell
Paul better me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I even do a song with Ray
Sign with Inc. and hit you with a song again

We beat yo' ass DOWN (4x)

talking]
I don't want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are 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, shit high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and commercial appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple
I bet you whatever that beats my family
Eminem, Nelly that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the and called him up
You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you to Puff
You, BITCH, yo' crew local hoes
I hit you harder than white 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 yo' crew, but this my brother
that happen 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' 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 to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland ass, nigga, my style is realer
producer you ever know only good for album filler

We gon' beat yo' ass (2x)

[Royce
You!, Yea, ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big Homie's out nigga, up

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

Talkin]
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