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 vengeance and furious
who attempt to poison the hood
I'm a let know 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 number one on the
You're a
Paid for your slots
a masquerade
Because the knows hot
a masquerade
You're livin' in a, you're in a

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
It's more like a curse
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 headpiece 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 blackout no light for your candle
So to the real world where 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 that makes you a suspect
So you ride through Brownsville
You want you better call Churchill
If not, Clef when he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at your

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

Now the grimy bastards line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to you how to get it crunk
I'm still wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless
You youngster's better get before
You get a set and get clapped
it and that's that Clef

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

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

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

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

R and B singer the and now barred
he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got mo left
You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy
You'll have no arms left, you a pimp
You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

I em on the track
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 make it them
Fat bitches turnin' me off

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
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East