Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya will end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You knew 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now you're getting
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The sign 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 the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the party 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 records wack this
bitin' on the castle door but when 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 can't you found a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have
You better look in the and re-think 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 date and a or
Ya three year old
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether swab or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are 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 make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you the thunder
You get I'll knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
Pass the 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' than ever before
Never more I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram