Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a down on thee with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who to poison the hood
I'm a let y'all know the 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 your 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 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 headpiece now you pissin' in your
Hold up, we saw you on your bet and MTV
A access channel talkin' bout I'm a thug

an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no for your candle
So welcome to the real world 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
Money wit no respect makes you a suspect
So you can't through Brownsville
You want peace you call Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P
And plays at your eulogy

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

Now the lil' bastards 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 Clef whoever
We throw mack and to the death bless royalty
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 kick too much ass ass
To rock jewels, Prada
Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta

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

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 in a masquerade

I'm hittin' sixteen
A murder, real murder,
This ain't a
Niggas pumpin' they fist like they 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 feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we used to shake your hands
have no arms left, you ain't a pimp
You ain't a mack, you keep in the house all day

I keep em on the
cocoa and wearin' long mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the
I can see it in your

Little niggas you a part of shakin' niggas hand
niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape
It be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat naked turnin' me off

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

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