Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike on thee with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who to poison the hood
I'm a let y'all know the 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
the block knows hot
You're a
livin' in a, you're livin' in a

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

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

You're an animal, a cannibal, you scare hannibal
But when the blackout 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 through Brownsville
You peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel Clef when he wit M.O.P family
And guitar at your eulogy

You claim you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
a masquerade
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 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 better get back before
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's Clef

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

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

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
You're in a
livin' in a masquerade

I'm hittin' sixteen
A murder, murder, baby
ain't a facade
Niggas pumpin' they like they punchin' at God
Over ten rippin' MC I bring it hard
Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo

R and B singer the greatest and now
he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got mo left
You niggas, we used to shake 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 keep em on the
Drinkin' 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' niggas heart, I the underground in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it them
Fat bitches turnin' me off

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

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East