Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

The is mad right 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
who attempt to poison the hood
I'm a let know the preacher's son is back

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

Yo, you're one on the charts
You're a
Paid for your slots
You're a
the block knows hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

I'm on first, so this ain't a rap
It's more a voodoo curse
So you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you 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 talkin' bout I'm a

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

Even Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect that you a suspect
So you can't ride Brownsville
You want peace you better call
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P
And plays guitar at your

You wanna you run the block
You're a
Givin' to the cops
a masquerade
I you never 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 you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it with whoever
We mack and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's get back before
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's that

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

We still grip arms Brook bound shit
The streets don't want that down shit
Fam, we the whole stage
You wanna ride wit us we got road rage

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

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

R and B singer the greatest and now
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy
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' mink coats black
Hit 'em inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in eyes

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

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

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