Luyện nghe bài hát Mc Chris Is Dead

MC Chris is dead and he never coming back
You should have been nicer you were blazin' up the track
No wishers, it's just bitches talkin' trash
'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, watch his rivals the jealous
Relish the moment opponent went to bevel
Six feet under, a bummer, it's no wonder the waste
have been a contender, now maggots march in his face
MC's often in his coffin, lyin' down, lost in
gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot
Haters hate off in the distance, with binoc's
Smoking after laughing, get their knickers in knots
They play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark a
Raise it high in the sky and cry "This is for Chris"
Then the talent tailor, how he was a pimp
Hands to be on, just want to be on his dick

I'll wait to the day's end the moon is high
And then I'll rise with the with a lust for life, I'll
Amass an army, I harness a horde
And we'll limp across the land until we stand at the shore
wait to day's end when the moon is high
And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life,
Amass an army, I will harness a
And then we'll across the land until we stand at the shore

MC Chris is dead and is dreadfully
He forfeits, forever for the poor kids
One stepped at the bottom demonic endorphins
I was power restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'
We couldn't close the lid, be no bids on his toys
No for the rumor mill, no bills to enjoy
He kept penny 'cept the two on his eyes
Now the diggers at Denny's, gettin' cheese on his
As for the babies and their mamma's, be drama for days
Looks like he got his likeness, now time to get paid
So many starvin' Marvin Garden, MC C
But he's a seedless greed, makin' in the RV
It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock
He's got the posthumous box set
airbrushing MC, on plain white tee's
Another lost to violence, silence if you please

I'll wait to the end when the moon is high
And then I'll rise with the tide with a lust for life,
Amass an army, I will harness a
And then we'll limp across the land until we at the shore
I'll wait to day's end the moon is high
And then I'll rise with the tide a lust for life, I'll
Amass an army, I will a horde
And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the

My is MC Chris and yo I can't get laid
Now they lay me to rest, how am I get paid?
quarters are cramped and I'm crazy claustrophobic
Consider it noted I feel and bloated
I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't the road then
I can bust a move because my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, you can't take it with you
Someone me a tissue while they gnash on my tissue
prayed to Vishnu any deity will do
I claw at my ceiling, I've got nothing to lose
And the dirt and the thick mud, I'll tunnel like dig dug
Or the underminer, my is the big buck
Can I convey the basement without wasting my
Fossilization's what I'm facin' unless defacement
So I rise to the occasion, no waitin' for worms
And please no zombie player
Man, what have we

I'll to the day's end when the moon is high
And then I'll rise the tide with a lust for life, I'll
an army, I will harness a horde
And then we'll limp the land until we stand at the shore
I'll wait to day's end the moon is high
And then I'll with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
Amass an army, I will harness a
And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the