Luyện nghe bài hát Mc Chris Is Dead

MC Chris is dead and he never coming back
You should have been nicer when you blazin' up the track
No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin'
'Cause the is saying that rap is whack
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, watch his revel the jealous
Relish the their opponent went to bevel
Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no the waste
have been a contender, now maggots march in his face
MC's often in his coffin, down, lost in thought
Groupies gather at the grave and throw posies on the pot
hate off in the distance, telescoping with binoc's
Smoking basket after laughing, get knickers in knots
They play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark a
it high in the sky and cry "This shit 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 end when the moon is high
And then I'll rise with the tide a lust for life, I'll
an army, I will harness a horde
And then we'll limp across the land until we stand at the
I'll to day's end when the moon is high
And then I'll rise with the tide a lust for life, I'll
Amass an army, I harness a horde
And then we'll limp across the land we stand at the shore

MC Chris is dead and is morbid
He forfeits, forever free for the kids
One stepped at the with demonic endorphins
I was rings restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'
We couldn't close the lid, there'll be no bids on his
No will for the rumor mill, no bills to
He kept every penny the two on his eyes
Now the diggers at Denny's, gettin' on his fries
As for the babies and mamma's, there'll be drama for days
Looks like he got his likeness, now it's time to get
So starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin' 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 white tee's
Another life lost to violence, if you please

I'll wait to the day's end 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 across 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 harness a horde
And then we'll across the land until we stand at the shore

My is MC Chris and yo I can't get laid
Now they lay me to rest, how am I get paid?
These are cramped and I'm crazy claustrophobic
Consider it noted I belittled and bloated
I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road
I can barely bust a move my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, you can't take it with you
Someone pass me a tissue while they on my tissue
Somebody prayed to Vishnu any will do
I claw at my satin ceiling, got nothing to lose
And through the and the thick mud, I'll tunnel like dig dug
Or the underminer, my desire is the big
Can I the basement without wasting my words
Fossilization's what I'm unless defacement occurs
So I rise to the occasion, there's no for worms
And please no zombie haters
Man, what we learned?

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