Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
I'm like 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 to name?
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I can't hold back the way I feel
Cause when I a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records will sell 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; come and take a
I bet ya teeth 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 at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your here's the real smoothing
accents; who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To save the day and the now you're getting
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still 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
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the mirror and 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 date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, 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 are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
I make ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(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, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier than 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, tappin' you on the
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram