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 a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just Cool J
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 your video; here's the real
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto 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 you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack this
bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether new or older than old town
kick 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. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me I wrote your 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 microphone I want
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' 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, you on the head
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya weep about the