Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme like ya slippin' 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 ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
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, the poor
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You knew 'cause 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 done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a blast, big mouth 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 serial hard, so I can battle
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I believe you found a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
Name the date and a or
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya 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, kick a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
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 over a Batman
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 spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram