Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
I'm like 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 want that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough 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 slippin' off peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and a drop
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 rhyming at the
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 video; the real smoothing
accents; who do you think you're 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 save the day and the now you're done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't stable or
And I the party like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can battle
coast to coast 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 wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you fall in the
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of y'all are in rows
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with 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 fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never more will slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is poppin' a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
leave the battle lookin' as happy 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 fans will
Feel ya weep about the