Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

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

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

Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy
for lettin' line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better 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 (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name from now on, don't call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 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 goin nowhere
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers on the mic
a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

We beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta up out the game (bitch)
Who I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit 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 droppin your to diss me
I only the top of your hats
And I don't like punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and you up
You hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a truck!
HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters,
You speak you late, prolly gon' 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 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you,
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass
You, BITCH, you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke buttered you up
I've ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of front
and tie your fat stankin ass to couch and just
FEED YOU, you already like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; 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 extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool can't intelligence
He sweats when he raps, 'cause he got a speach
You, BITCH, pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, and Swifty please
Give it a year, a y'all be rakin' 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 my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I 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 'bout to end this quicker Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't the half
Quicker than can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't 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 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 punk ass niggaz, can scream and yell all you want
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 Benzino
Matter o' fact, I even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (4x)

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

Little]
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' into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that nobody my family
Eminem, said 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' some local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your
You and Royce can this with one talk
Step around from your security and to that man
I understand you yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna to you
And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, do life
I advise you to yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate 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 BITCH you me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made like it was missin' somethin'
lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What you ever know only 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 thought
My here ain't have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you of nigga, this cash boy
Need the boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' niggaz
my bill one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga get bought bitch
orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea
Asked about cash nigga, you to yo' doom
You'll end up like boom, bitch
Rock motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the motherfucker
Cash Flow Bitch
Big

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