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 strike on thee with
Great and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the
I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is

Refugee, one time, one
MOP two time, two time, one
Bumpy knuckles now the is in trouble
on

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

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

At arm reach 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' I'm a thug

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scare
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

though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect that makes you a
So you can't ride Brownsville
You want peace you call Churchill
If not, feel when he connects wit M.O.P family
And plays guitar at your

You wanna claim you run the
a masquerade
Givin' to the cops
a masquerade
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 Clef
We throw and that's to the death bless royalty
You youngster's better get before
You get a set and get clapped
That's it and that's that

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

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

Now I'm a let my tell 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 in a masquerade

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

R and B the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties
Got mo left
You niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
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' long mink coats
Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, through the ghetto
I can see it in eyes

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

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

Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East