Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike down on thee
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 number one on the
a masquerade
Paid for billboard slots
a masquerade
Because the block 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 rocks at ya hearse
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

At your arm is ink
At your headpiece now you pissin' in briefs
Hold up, we saw you on your bet and MTV
A public access channel talkin' 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 it like I see it, you all living in a masquerade

though Jacob iced 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 connects wit M.O.P
And plays guitar at eulogy

You wanna you run the block
You're a
Givin' information to the
You're a
I mean you never a rock
You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a

Now the grimy bastards line 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 with 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 Clef

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

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

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

I'm hittin' bars
A murder, murder, baby
This a facade
Niggas they fist like 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 been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we 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' cocoa and wearin' long coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the
I can see it in your

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

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

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