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 strike on thee with
Great and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the
I'm a let know 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 one on the charts
You're a
Paid for your slots
You're a
Because the knows hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

I'm on first, so ain't a rap verse
It's like a voodoo curse
So you die the kids'll 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
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 hannibal
But when the came no light for your candle
So to the real 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 makes you a suspect
So you can't through Brownsville
You want peace you better call
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
You're a
I mean you seen a rock
You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a

Now the grimy lil' line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to you how to get it crunk
I'm plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and to the death bless royalty
You youngster's better get before
You get a set back and get
That's it and that Clef

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

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

I'm sixteen bars
A murder, real murder,
This ain't a
pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten rippin' 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 booties of too cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you a pimp
You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

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

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' hand
niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you make it like them
Fat naked turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my hood you
a masquerade
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

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East