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 snap shot, kiss ya wife
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 emcee who you to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' 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 more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm come and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm damage to a nobody
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 worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To the day and the now you're getting done
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your Mic's a bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big emcees, I'll bet ya none last
they ain't stable or able
And I the party like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle but when 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
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
you can stand on your own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older old town
Just back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm busier than ever before
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram