Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

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
Bumpy knuckles now the is in trouble
on

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

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
more like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll throw at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

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

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

though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through
You peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel Clef he connects wit M.O.P family
And guitar at your eulogy

You wanna you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
a masquerade
I you never seen a rock
You're livin' in a, livin' in a masquerade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little niggas you a part of shakin' niggas hand
Shakin' heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it them
Fat bitches turnin' me off

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

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