Luyện nghe bài hát Mc Chris Is Dead

MC Chris is dead and he ain't never back
You should have been nicer when you blazin' up the track
No wishers, it's just bitches talkin' trash
'Cause the is saying that rap is whack
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, watch his revel the jealous
Relish the moment their opponent to bevel
Six under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the waste
Could have been a contender, now maggots in his face
MC's often in his coffin, down, lost in thought
Groupies gather at the and done throw posies on the pot
Haters hate off in the distance, with binoc's
Smoking basket after laughing, get their in knots
They play, in the park, in the dark, where they a spliff
Raise it in the sky and cry "This shit is for Chris"
Then the talent tailor, how he was a pimp
Hands wanted to be on, want to be on his dick

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

MC Chris is and is dreadfully morbid
He forfeits, forever free for the poor
One stepped at the bottom with endorphins
I was power rings restrained, no more Morphin'
We couldn't close the lid, there'll be no on his toys
No will for the rumor mill, no bills to
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, there'll be drama for
Looks like he got his likeness, now it's time to get
So many starvin' Marvin Garden, MC C
But a seedless greed, makin' pace in the RV
It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock
got the awesomest posthumous box set
They're airbrushing MC, on plain white
Another lost to violence, silence if you please

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

My name is MC Chris and yo I can't get
Now they lay me to rest, how am I get paid?
These quarters are cramped and I'm crazy
Consider it I feel belittled and bloated
I better out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road then
I can barely a move because my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, though you can't it with you
Someone pass me a tissue they gnash on my tissue
Somebody to Vishnu any deity will do
I claw at my satin ceiling, I've got nothing to
And through the dirt and the thick mud, I'll tunnel dig dug
Or the underminer, my is the big buck
Can I convey the basement wasting my words
Fossilization's I'm facin' unless defacement occurs
So I rise to the occasion, no waitin' for worms
And no zombie player haters
Man, what we learned?

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