Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike on thee with
Great and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the
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 is in trouble
on

Yo, you're one on the charts
You're a
for your billboard slots
You're a
Because the knows hot
You're a
You're in a, you're livin' in a

I'm on first, so this ain't a rap
more like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya
'Cause you lie too much, you 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 talkin' bout I'm a thug

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

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the
Money wit no respect that makes you a
So you can't ride through
You peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel when he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays at your eulogy

You wanna claim you run the
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 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 Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death royalty
You youngster's better get back
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's that

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

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

I'm sixteen bars
A murder, murder, baby
This a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I it hard
Don't make me split yo chest and yo card

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

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

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

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

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