Luyện nghe bài hát Mc Chris Is Dead

MC Chris is dead and he ain't coming back
You should been nicer when you were blazin' up the track
No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin'
'Cause the aftermath is that rap is whack
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, his rivals revel the jealous
the moment their opponent went to bevel
Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no the waste
Could 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, telescoping with
Smoking basket after laughing, get knickers in knots
They play, in the park, in the dark, they spark a spliff
Raise it high in the sky and cry "This is for Chris"
Then the talent tailor, how he really was a
Hands wanted to be on, want to be on his dick

I'll wait to the 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 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 until we stand at the shore

MC is dead and is dreadfully morbid
He forfeits, forever free for the poor
One stepped at the with demonic endorphins
I was power rings restrained, no 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 'cept the two on his
Now the diggers at Denny's, cheese on his fries
As for the babies and their mamma's, there'll be for days
like he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid
So many starvin' Marvin Garden, MC C
But he's a greed, makin' pace in the RV
It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the death
He's got the posthumous box set
They're airbrushing MC, on plain white
Another life lost to violence, if you please

I'll wait to the day's end when the moon is
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 limp across the land until we stand at the
I'll wait to end when the moon is high
And then rise with the tide with a lust for life, I'll
an army, I will harness a horde
And then we'll limp across the 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 and I'm crazy claustrophobic
Consider it noted I feel belittled and
I bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road then
I can barely bust a move my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, though you can't it with you
Someone pass me a while they gnash on my tissue
prayed to Vishnu any deity will do
I at my satin ceiling, I've 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 basement without wasting my
Fossilization's what I'm facin' defacement occurs
So I rise to the occasion, no waitin' for worms
And please no zombie player
Man, what we learned?

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