Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
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 damn army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya will end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram