Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

[Royce
yo, yo, this is a exclusive

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

Royce Da 5'9" like to apologize to the family 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 y'all
'Cause what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, only one problem
Everytime you breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, believes you (*echoes*)

We gon' beat yo' ass (2x)

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I for sayin my name?
Somebody die, it's probably YOU
You fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk all 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough 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 like Proof punk-ass, he think he
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 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 Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as
That's good, 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 prolly gon' go up to them
and get yo' ass by B2K
I just wish would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or
How 'bout this, I speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin
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 you out of that front
and tie your fat ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your
with a tryin 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 a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's
About to dig his own grave with a and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty
Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' leaves
What do I know, that 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 it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a
Quicker than quick shit, y'all felt the half
than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to
Y'all throw up your dukes and don't swing like G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can and yell all you want
I feel like I'm Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, o' y'all can put in the card to kenell
Paul better call me, like he Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (4x)

[Royce
I don't even you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're
Nothin', you not on my level, I will yo boss's ass nigga
Tre Little, it on

[Tre
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm
FUCK you and your appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow Hills+
I bet you whatever nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you candy
did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff
You, BITCH, yo' crew local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your
You and Royce can squash this one talk
Step around your security and talk to that man
I you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, 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
Only that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma you
So times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my
Every beat that you ever made sound it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever only good for album filler

We beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

[Tre Little
Yea you add and stir ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, this boy
Need the white boy to get started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I like 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 bought
orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I yo' bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo'
You'll end up like click boom,
Rock motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows
It's Cash Flow
Big

[Royce
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