Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I pain that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will sell more your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you little
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the party like cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think your
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether you're swab or
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of y'all are in rows
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
Never will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram