Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
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 I feel
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 takin' your
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 records sell more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and 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 at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll slay wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm the rich, invading the poor
Perpetrating in your video; the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya 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 done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first of the battle 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
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the party like jumper
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 don't me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
Just back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot pastrami
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you feel the
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram