Luyện nghe bài hát Masquerade

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

'Cause I'm a down on thee with
vengeance and furious anger
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
a masquerade
Paid for your slots
a masquerade
Because the 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 a voodoo curse
So when you die the kids'll rocks at ya hearse
you lie too much, you don't got no gut

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

an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal
But when the blackout no light for your candle
So to the real world where a spade is a spade
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 that makes you a suspect
So you can't through Brownsville
You want peace you call Churchill
If not, Clef when he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays at your eulogy

You claim you run the block
You're a
Givin' to the cops
You're a
I mean you seen 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 to show you how to get it crunk
I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it Clef whoever
We throw and that's to the death bless royalty
You better get back before
You get a set back and get
it and that's that Clef

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

We still grip arms norm bound shit
The streets don't want that watered shit
Fam, we clear the whole
You wanna ride 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 thought we and we rob
a masquerade
You're in a
livin' in a masquerade

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

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

I em on the track
Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' mink coats black
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the
I can see it in eyes

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

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

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