Luyện nghe bài hát Monster Muzik

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

1: Cam'Ron] See you like 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 court a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin' them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up right now. - I'm facin to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah granted - it was
But you my character - won't assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - had to hate it aggitated cash related (cash related!)
I tell bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
Don't feelings man - how she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin like a fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel sell shit 'for Chanel kicks hell
turn down 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down that bet
my word heard you'll get curved like a Nike, check!

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, they us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't fuckin' with us!)
Three shots I'll take his whole out! (fire, man!)
ass niggas! (Huh?)

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

[12 instrumental]

3:]

DAMN! See I'm feelin' myself? (See?)
The market done changed and y'all rappers still on the (things change!)
Quick to go for the Eagles like I'm Philadelph'
I feel for y'all health - I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
Shotty pump! No ball get body dumped (dumped!)
I brawl a phone call have your body slumped! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard 'em all from Preme to Ronnie (yeah!)
on that four door Porsche should be out in a month.

With these I'm a wilderbeast (word!) Nautica feel 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 is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger. (shotgun!)
"Killa" the signature (yes!) that is the literature (now!)
Pow was a baller hustler prisoner. (what else?)
But a good listener (ture!) - wife I might piss on her,
Christian her! - Yeah that's how wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]