Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike down on thee
Great and furious anger
Those who attempt to the hood
I'm a let know the preacher's son is back

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
knuckles now the world is in trouble
on

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

I'm on first, so this ain't a rap
It's like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

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

an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
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 living in a

Even Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no that makes you a suspect
So you ride through Brownsville
You want peace you better Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P
And plays at your eulogy

You claim you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
a masquerade
I you never seen a rock
You're in a, you're livin' in a masquerade

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

Hold that take all that and 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 want that watered down shit
Fam, we clear the stage
You don't wanna wit us we got road rage

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

I'm hittin' sixteen
A murder, murder, baby
This a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist like 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 young
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy
You'll have no arms left, you a pimp
You ain't a mack, you bitches in the house all day

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

Little niggas you a part of shakin' niggas hand
Shakin' heart, I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it like
Fat bitches turnin' me off

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

Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the East