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 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 fourth you the type to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. - You the type to
No support stay in twice a month. - Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, up right now. - I'm facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah - it was aggrevated
But you characters my character - assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated cash (cash related!)
I your bitch: "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! "
Don't catch feelings man - how she not feelin'
And look her by the waist feelin like a fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell shit 'for Chanel hell
Split turn 50 mill' - on my Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit!)
Get your ice wet! - Lay down that bet
Word my word heard get curved like a Nike, check!

[Interlude:
Check!
Check! Fly!
Ayo, call us the new Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie! (man, don't 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 faces in true jeans! (HUH? !)
I don't tie nor lace 'em keep some lose (all day!)
hangin' son fakin in them two G's.
She gon' on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one the water I need to meet with Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) - I don't need help. (nah!)
I'm doin like I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more I'd have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top gettin head while on the Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue it's all like the one that Diddy (yeah!)
Ask Killa I +Thrillers+ like Quincy Jones!
speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin', y'all chest out - silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs with silver phones (yes!)
on the couch in mansions spillin' Rose. (Rose!)- Homes! (Homes!)

[12 seconds

3:]

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

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