Luyện nghe bài hát Malcom X

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

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

Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' 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 from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun 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, only one problem
Everytime you breathe on the mic
It's a lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

We gon' beat yo' ass (2x)

Y'all sound like y'all 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 talk all 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got up
I am above y'all, when you your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of hats
And I like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, 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 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
good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, 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 Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you,
And I'ma keep on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin
You a joke, I whoever buttered you up
been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I you I'ma snatch you out of that front
and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and
FEED YOU, you already look like you to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your
a cheeseburger 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 like a fool can't reach intelligence
He when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, pig and Porky's tomb
to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, and Swifty please
Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' leaves
do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
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 braver than (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 than 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 throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.?
I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they when I rhyme
Y'all niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' can put in the card to kenell
Paul better call me, he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a with Ray
Sign Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again

We gon' beat yo' ass (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 boss's ass
Tre Little, it on

[Tre
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and commercial appeal
I yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple 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 don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to
You, BITCH, yo' crew some hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your
You and Royce can squash this with one
Step around from your security and to that man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my
Anythin' that to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who 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
beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is
What producer you ever know 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 water and ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My here ain't 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 ain't like that
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' niggaz
Sell my one nigga
What the fuck thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' ass, yea dude
about cash 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 Bitch
Big

[Royce
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