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 were 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 rivals revel the
Relish the moment their opponent to bevel
Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no wonder the
Could have been a contender, now maggots march in his
MC's often in his coffin, down, lost in thought
gather at the grave and done throw posies on the pot
Haters off in the distance, telescoping with binoc's
basket after laughing, get their knickers in knots
They play, in the park, in the dark, where they a spliff
it high in the sky and cry "This shit is for Chris"
Then the tailor, how he really was a pimp
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 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 land until we stand at the
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 harness a horde
And then we'll limp across the land we stand at the shore

MC is dead and is dreadfully morbid
He forfeits, free for the poor kids
One at the bottom with demonic endorphins
I was power rings restrained, no Mighty Morphin'
We couldn't close the lid, there'll be no bids on his
No for the rumor mill, no bills to enjoy
He kept every penny 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 for days
Looks he got his likeness, now it's time to get paid
So many starvin' Garden, claimin' MC C
But he's a seedless greed, pace in the RV
a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock death
He's got the posthumous box set
They're MC, on plain white tee's
Another life lost to violence, silence if you

I'll wait to the day's end when the 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 limp the land until we stand at the shore
I'll wait to day's end when the moon is
And then I'll 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 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 bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the road then
I can barely bust a move because my body is
But I'm covered in collections, though you can't take it you
Someone pass me a while they gnash on my tissue
Somebody prayed to Vishnu any deity do
I claw at my satin ceiling, I've got to lose
And through the dirt and the thick mud, I'll like dig dug
Or the underminer, my desire is the big
Can I convey the without wasting my words
Fossilization's what I'm facin' unless occurs
So I to the occasion, there's no waitin' for worms
And please no zombie player
Man, have we learned?

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