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 that 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 disrespect
'Cause that's what I'm (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 in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's one problem
you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a 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 I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, probably YOU
You couldn't fit body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to 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 recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he
He thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and 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
That's good, cause you got a like a fuckin truck!
HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and up some 50 posters, PUNK
You you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat fuck
You a joke, I whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by 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 your and just
YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; be on your porch
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 with a and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty
Give it a year, a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves
What do I know, that nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to
My lil' sister got six puppies braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the
Quicker than Eminem can pinch ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, 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 don't swing like Fred G.?
I be makin' scratch they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can and yell all you want
I feel I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the to kenell
better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song

We gon' beat yo' ass (4x)

talking]
I don't even want you lil' punks to I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are 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 lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
you and your commercial appeal
I yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said he'll eat you like candy
did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to
You, BITCH, yo' crew local hoes
I hit you harder than white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash with one talk
around from your security and talk to that man
I understand you yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, gonna happen to you
And I don't a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that brings is fake niggaz and problems
by niggaz 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 beat that you ever made sound it was missin' somethin'
lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only good for album

We gon' yo' ass DOWN (2x)

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

[Tre Little
Yea you add water and stir ass motherfuckers, what thought
My brother here have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, cash boy
Need the white boy to get y'all started ass
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that
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
how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
You'll end up click boom, bitch
City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows
It's Cash Flow
Big

[Royce
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