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

'Cause I'm a down on thee with
Great vengeance and anger
Those who attempt to poison the
I'm a let know 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, number one on the charts
a masquerade
Paid for your slots
a masquerade
Because the block hot
a masquerade
You're in a, you're livin' in a

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

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

You're an animal, a cannibal, you scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your
So to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'm a call it I see it, you all living in a masquerade

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the
Money wit no respect that you a suspect
So you can't ride through
You want peace you better call
If not, feel when he connects wit M.O.P family
And guitar at your eulogy

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

Now the grimy lil' line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem dance to show you how to get it
I'm plottin' wit Fox today 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 Clef

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

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

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

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

R and B the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been on booties of too young cuties
Got mo bombs
You niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
You'll no arms left, you ain't a pimp
You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day

I keep em on the
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long coats black
Hit 'em inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in eyes

Little niggas you ain't a part of niggas hand
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
a masquerade
I thought we and we rob
a masquerade
You're livin' in a, livin' in a

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