Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a down on thee with
Great and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is

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
for your billboard slots
You're a
Because the knows hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

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

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

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your
So welcome to the real world where a 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 that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through
You want peace you better call
If not, feel Clef when he wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at your

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

Now the grimy bastards line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to show you how to get it
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 back and get
That's it and that's that

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

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

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

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

R and B singer the greatest and now
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy
have no arms 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 wearin' long coats black
Hit 'em inch 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 underground in
It never be soft, you wanna make it like
Fat naked bitches me off

Now I'm a let my hood you
You're a
I bet you feedin' the
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 Middle