Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

I'm a strike down on thee with
Great vengeance and furious
Those who 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 world is in
on

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

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

At arm reach 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 scare hannibal
But when the blackout came no light for your
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 Jacob you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect that makes you a
So you can't ride Brownsville
You peace you better call Churchill
If not, feel when he connects wit M.O.P family
And guitar at your eulogy

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

Now the grimy lil' line up
up, I'm up
They say we dem to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it with whoever
We throw mack and that's to the bless royalty
You youngster's better get back
You get a set back and get
That's it and that's that

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

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

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

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

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

I keep em on the
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' the ghetto
I can see it in your

Little niggas you ain't a of shakin' niggas hand
Shakin' niggas heart, I keep the in shape
It never be soft, you wanna make it them
Fat bitches turnin' me off

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

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East