Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya girl on the
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 hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my records 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 a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized 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, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
accents; who do you think 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 the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen 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 occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I the party like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
Listen and we can sound
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you found a maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think plan
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether you're or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of y'all are in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' busier than before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram