Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a strike down on with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who attempt to the hood
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 world is in
on

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

I'm on first, so this a rap verse
It's like a voodoo curse
So when you die the throw rocks at ya hearse
'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut

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

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even hannibal
But when the blackout no light for your candle
So welcome to the real where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it 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 want peace you better call
If not, feel Clef when he wit M.O.P family
And guitar at your eulogy

You wanna you run the block
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
You're a
I mean you 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 to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox I do it with Clef whoever
We mack and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's better get back
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's Clef

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

We still arms Brook norm bound shit
The don't want that watered down shit
Fam, we the whole 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 thought we and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a
You're livin' in a

I'm hittin' bars
A murder, murder, baby
This a facade
Niggas pumpin' they fist like punchin' at God
Over ten rippin' MC I bring it hard
make me split yo chest and pull yo card

R and B singer the greatest and now
he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to your pumpy hands
have no arms left, you ain't a pimp
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' the ghetto
I can see it in eyes

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' niggas
Shakin' heart, I keep the underground in shape
It be soft, you wanna make it like them
Fat naked turnin' me off

Now I'm a let my tell you
You're a
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

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