Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike down on thee
Great and furious anger
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
Bumpy knuckles now the is in trouble
on

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

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

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

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

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

You claim you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' information to the
a masquerade
I mean you seen 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 to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever
We throw and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's get back before
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that Clef

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

We still grip arms Brook 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 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 in a masquerade

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

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

I em on the track
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long coats black
Hit 'em twelve stilettos, tappin' 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 be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat naked bitches me off

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

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