Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike down on thee
Great vengeance and anger
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let know the preacher's son is back

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

Yo, you're one on the charts
a masquerade
Paid for billboard slots
a masquerade
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 kids'll rocks at ya hearse
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

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

You're an animal, a cannibal, you scare 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 call it 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 through
You want peace you better 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' information to the
You're a
I mean you never a rock
livin' in a, you're livin' 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 throw mack and that's to the death bless
You better get back before
You get a set back and get
That's it and that Clef

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

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

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
a masquerade
You're in a
You're livin' in a

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

R and B singer the greatest and now
'Cause he been feelin' on of too young cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy
You'll have no 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 long mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, through the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' hand
Shakin' niggas heart, I the underground in shape
It be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat bitches turnin' me off

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

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