Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a down on thee with
Great and furious anger
who attempt to poison the hood
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is

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

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

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

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

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

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

You claim you run the block
You're a
Givin' to the cops
You're a
I mean you never 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 dance to 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 death bless
You youngster's better get back
You get a set back and get
That's it and that Clef

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

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

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

I'm hittin' bars
A murder, real murder,
ain't a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist like they at God
ten years rippin' MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo and pull yo card

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

I keep em on the
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long mink coats
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, 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 in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it like
Fat naked turnin' me off

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

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