Luyện nghe bài hát Mc Chris Is Dead

MC is dead and he ain't never coming back
You should have been nicer when you were blazin' up the
No well wishers, it's bitches talkin' trash
'Cause the is saying that rap is whack
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, watch his rivals the jealous
Relish the moment their opponent went to
Six feet under, a bummer, it's no wonder the waste
Could been a contender, now maggots march in his face
MC's often in his coffin, lyin' down, in thought
gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot
Haters hate off in the distance, telescoping binoc's
basket after laughing, get their 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 really was a
Hands wanted to be on, just to be on his dick

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

MC Chris is and is dreadfully morbid
He forfeits, forever for the poor kids
One stepped at the bottom with endorphins
I was power restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'
We close the lid, there'll be no bids on his toys
No for the rumor mill, no bills to enjoy
He kept every penny the two on his eyes
Now the at Denny's, gettin' cheese on his fries
As for the babies and mamma's, there'll be drama for days
like he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid
So many 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 death
He's got the awesomest box set
They're airbrushing MC, on plain tee's
life lost to violence, silence if you please

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

My name is MC Chris and yo I get laid
Now they lay me to rest, how am I get paid?
These quarters are cramped and I'm claustrophobic
Consider it noted I feel belittled and
I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road
I can barely bust a because my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, though you take it with you
Someone pass me a tissue while gnash on my tissue
prayed to Vishnu any deity 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 is the big buck
Can I convey the without wasting my words
Fossilization's what I'm unless defacement occurs
So I rise to the occasion, no waitin' for worms
And no zombie player haters
Man, what have we

I'll wait to the end when the moon is high
And then I'll rise 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
wait to day's 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 then limp across the land until we stand at the shore