Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

The streets is mad now
'em why we mad
Rappers whatever you yourself
Pack bags and get out of town

I'm a strike down on thee with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let y'all the preacher's son is back

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
knuckles now the world is in trouble
on

Yo, you're number one on the
a masquerade
Paid for billboard slots
a masquerade
Because the knows hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

I'm on first, so this ain't a rap
more like a voodoo curse
So you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

At arm reach is ink
At headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up, we saw you on your bet and MTV
A public access channel bout I'm a thug

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even hannibal
But when the blackout no light for your candle
So welcome to the real where a spade is a spade
And I'm a it like I see it, you all living in a masquerade

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the
wit no respect that makes you a suspect
So you can't through Brownsville
You want you better call Churchill
If not, feel Clef he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays at your eulogy

You claim you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
You're a
I mean you seen a rock
You're livin' in a, you're in a masquerade

Now the grimy lil' bastards up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to show you how to get it
I'm still plottin' wit Fox I do it with Clef whoever
We throw and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's better get before
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's that

Hold that all that and fall back
I kick too much ass ass
To rock jewels, Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes, mo hotta

We still grip Brook norm bound shit
The streets don't want that watered shit
Fam, we clear the stage
You don't wanna ride wit us we got rage

Now I'm a let my tell you
You're a
I bet you feedin' the
You're a
I we still and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a
You're livin' in a

I'm sixteen bars
A murder, murder, baby
This a facade
Niggas pumpin' fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I bring it
Don't make me yo chest and pull yo card

R and B singer the and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo bombs
You niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
have no arms left, you ain't a pimp
You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

I em on the track
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long mink black
Hit 'em twelve stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a part of niggas hand
Shakin' niggas heart, I keep the in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it them
Fat naked bitches me off

Now I'm a let my hood you
a masquerade
I bet you feedin' the
You're a
I we still and we rob
a masquerade
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

Neary won't you take 'em to the Middle East