Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you escape
Cause one of my will sell 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 damage to a nobody
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, the poor
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
Country accents; who do you you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only '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 getting
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The is that 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 mouth emcees, bet ya none last
Cause they ain't or able
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 don't phase me
and we can sound cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your bitin' on the 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 might sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all my name, I won't have that
You look in the mirror and re-think your plan
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a drum with a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three year old
I can't believe the try to throw-down
you're new or older than old town
Just kick I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether you're swab or
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you hear bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
We'll be fighting from to the roof
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm ya into submission
I'm gettin' busier ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up like a
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the 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 about the murdergram