Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the 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 pain that I can be
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm your female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
I bet ya teeth will end up the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in video; here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
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 little
It's, out ya kitchen sink
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
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the party like jumper
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 don't phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't have
You better look in the mirror and re-think plan
Why in quicksand
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I need is a
If I slay the way slay, punk play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like
Then I make ya wonder why you don't hear
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out 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)
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, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram