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 bitches talkin' trash
'Cause the aftermath is saying rap is whack
(MC is dead!)
On arrival, his rivals revel the jealous
Relish the their opponent went to bevel
Six feet under, what a bummer, it's no the waste
Could have been a contender, now march in his face
MC's in his coffin, lyin' down, lost in thought
Groupies gather at the grave and done throw on the pot
hate off in the distance, telescoping with binoc's
Smoking basket after laughing, get their knickers in
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 wanted to be on, want to be on his dick

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

MC Chris is and is dreadfully morbid
He forfeits, forever 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, 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, gettin' cheese on his
As for the and their mamma's, there'll be drama for days
Looks like he got his likeness, now it's to get paid
So starvin' Marvin Garden, claimin' MC C
But he's a seedless greed, pace in the RV
It's a croc in the pot, is fraught, of it be the mock
He's got the awesomest box set
They're airbrushing MC, on white tee's
Another life to violence, silence if you please

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
an army, I will harness a horde
And then we'll limp 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
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 gonna get
quarters are cramped and I'm crazy claustrophobic
Consider it I feel belittled and bloated
I better bust out in a hurry, 'cause I ain't hating the then
I can bust a move because my body is broken
But I'm covered in collections, though you can't it with you
Someone me a tissue while they gnash on my tissue
Somebody prayed to any deity will do
I claw at my satin ceiling, I've got nothing to
And through the dirt and the mud, I'll tunnel like dig dug
Or the underminer, my is the big buck
Can I convey the basement wasting my words
Fossilization's what I'm facin' unless occurs
So I rise to the occasion, no waitin' for worms
And please no zombie haters
Man, have we learned?

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