Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got cash to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my will sell more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got than just 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 damage to a nobody
And I'm a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
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 the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party like cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get together and 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 better look in the mirror and your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll knock out your
We'll be fighting lobby to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya weep about the