Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

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

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

Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect
'Cause that's I'm doin' (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, '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, e'rybody who me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one
you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody you (*echoes*)

We gon' beat yo' ass (2x)

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

Da 5'9"]
Yeah, rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for my name?
Somebody gon' die, probably YOU
You couldn't fit 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 raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of hats
And I like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or lease is up
Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a truck!
DAMN HOMIE, history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters,
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 pickin on your weak ass
You, BITCH, you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke buttered you up
I've been ridin by 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 ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; be on your porch
with a tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' can't reach intelligence
He when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and tomb
to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty
it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your
I even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than can finish a biscuit
Quicker quick shit, y'all ain't 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 like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you
I feel I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to
Paul better me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song Ray
Sign with Inc. and hit you with a song again

We gon' beat yo' ass (4x)

talking]
I don't want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' are Ninja 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 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, said that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and him up
You wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff
You, BITCH, yo' crew some hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this one talk
Step around from 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 give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you
Only thing that money brings is fake and problems
Followed by who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is Denaun I'ma stab you
So many times, I'ma feel bad 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 lookin' ass, nigga, my style is
What producer you ever know only good for album

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 have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see
what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boy
Need the boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit any one o' y'all niggaz
Sell my one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get 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 cash nigga, you to yo' doom
end up like click boom, bitch
Rock motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows
Cash Flow Bitch
Big

[Royce
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