Luyện nghe bài hát Monster Muzik

[Intro:
up Rector!
I wasn't say it again?
Word up, man all good!
You don't gotta let us in your shit!
You got
Keep shit, man!
You could it man.
WE GOOD!
Killa!

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] See you to front. (word!) Me? I like to stunt. (true!)
I go for it on down you the type to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the to bunt
No support stay in twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - and flies he breakin' down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm facin to five. (in Jersey!)
charge, yeah granted - it was aggrevated
But you characters my - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated related (cash related!)
I tell your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now it! "
Don't catch man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And her by the waist feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
Split down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay that slight bet
Word my word heard get curved like a Nike, check!

Vado]
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they call us the new Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, fuckin' with us!)
Three shots I'll take his team out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

[Verse 2:
You now lookin' at the of the new team (yes!)
No Plies! Big in these true jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor 'em keep some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in two G's.
She gon' drop on two once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm one with the water I need to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't need help. (nah!)
I'm doin everything like I need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread I'd have the sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin head on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all like the one Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa I write +Thrillers+ Quincy Jones!
speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out - silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff spurs level with silver phones (yes!)
Standin on the in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 seconds

3:]

DAMN! See while I'm feelin' (See?)
The market done changed and y'all rappers still on the (things change!)
to go for the Eagles like I'm from Philadelph'
I feel for y'all health - 'fore I pull ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
pump! No ball get your body dumped (dumped!)
I don't brawl a call have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all Preme to Ronnie Bump (yeah!)
Waitin on that four door Porsche be out in a month.

With these keys I'm a wilderbeast (word!) Nautica the fleece (I'm feelin'!)
I should shoot at the the way I kill this beat. (true!)
No seatbelt but ma, I'll it
Jag Coupe is lavender, today I'm passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) before that is the (now!)
Pow was a baller slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a listener (ture!) - your wife I might piss on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her. stops]