Luyện nghe bài hát Mc Chris Is Dead

MC Chris is and he ain't never coming back
You should have been nicer when you blazin' up the track
No well wishers, it's just bitches talkin'
'Cause the aftermath is saying that rap is
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, his rivals revel the jealous
Relish the moment their went to bevel
Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no 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 grave and done throw on the pot
Haters hate off in the distance, telescoping binoc's
Smoking basket after laughing, get knickers in knots
play, in the park, in the dark, where they spark 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, just want to be on his

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

MC Chris is dead and is morbid
He forfeits, free for the poor kids
One stepped at the with demonic endorphins
I was power restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'
We couldn't close the lid, be no bids on his toys
No will for the rumor mill, no to enjoy
He kept every penny 'cept the two on his
Now the diggers at Denny's, cheese on his fries
As for the and their mamma's, there'll be drama for days
Looks he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid
So many Marvin Garden, claimin' MC C
But he's a seedless greed, makin' in the RV
a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock death
He's got the awesomest box set
They're MC, on plain white tee's
Another life 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 a lust for life, I'll
Amass an army, I will a horde
And then we'll limp across the until we stand at the shore
I'll wait to day's end when the moon is
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 lay me to rest, how am I gonna 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 because my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, though you take it with you
Someone pass me a tissue while they on my tissue
Somebody prayed to Vishnu any deity do
I claw at my ceiling, I've 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 facin' defacement occurs
So I rise to the occasion, there's no waitin' for
And please no player haters
Man, have we learned?

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