Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

I'm a strike down on thee with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who attempt to poison the
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 world is in
on

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

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

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

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even hannibal
But when the came no light for your candle
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 though Jacob iced you out wit the
wit no respect that makes you a suspect
So you ride through Brownsville
You peace you better call Churchill
If not, Clef when he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays at your eulogy

You claim you run the block
You're a
information to the cops
You're a
I you never seen a rock
You're livin' in a, you're 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 plottin' wit Fox today I do it with whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death royalty
You youngster's better get back
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's that

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little you ain't a part of shakin' niggas hand
niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna it like them
Fat naked bitches 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
livin' in a, you're livin' in a

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