Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm 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 want to
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to a whole damn army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya 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 is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more than just Cool J
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 wherever ya
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the smoothing
Country accents; who do you think you're
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, don't try to soul,
The first sign of the battle you fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say 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 would get on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't stable or
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I believe you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
you're new or older than old town
Just back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You handle the format
Whether you're or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; I'll out your tooth
We'll be from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One the violence
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
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 over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram