Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike down on with
vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let y'all 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 number one on the
You're a
Paid for billboard slots
You're a
Because the block hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

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

At arm reach is ink
At your 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

an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the came no light 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 living in a

Even though Jacob you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through
You want peace you call Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P
And plays guitar at your

You claim you run the block
You're a
information to the cops
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 to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and to the death bless royalty
You youngster's get back before
You get a set and get clapped
it and that's that Clef

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

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

Now I'm a let my hood you
a masquerade
I bet you feedin' the
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' fist like they punchin' at God
ten years rippin' MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo 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 your pumpy hands
You'll have no arms left, you ain't a
You ain't a mack, you keep bitches in the all day

I em on the track
Drinkin' cocoa and long mink coats black
Hit 'em inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in eyes

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

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

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East