Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

I'm a strike down on thee 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 now the world is in trouble
on

Yo, you're one on the charts
You're a
Paid for billboard slots
You're a
the block knows hot
You're a
You're livin' in a, you're in a

I'm on first, so ain't 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 your arm is ink
At headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
up, we just saw you on your bet and MTV
A public access channel talkin' bout I'm a

an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the came no light for your candle
So welcome to the real where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it like I see it, you all living in a

Even though iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no that makes you a suspect
So you can't through Brownsville
You want peace you better call
If not, feel Clef he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays at your eulogy

You wanna you run the block
You're a
Givin' information to the
a masquerade
I mean you seen a rock
You're in a, you're livin' in a masquerade

Now the lil' 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 I do it with Clef whoever
We throw mack and that's to the death bless
You youngster's get back before
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's Clef

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

We still grip arms Brook norm bound
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
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 sixteen bars
A murder, murder, baby
This ain't a
pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' MC I bring it
make me split yo chest and pull yo card

R and B singer the greatest and now
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo bombs
You punk niggas, we used to shake your hands
You'll 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 stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' 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 hood you
You're a
I bet you the dogs
a masquerade
I we still and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a, you're livin' in a

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