Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm a knife, the concrete is right
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough cash to a whole damn army
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
A hat but you ain't sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
one of my records will sell more than your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
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 damage to a nobody
And I'm carrying a gun if I'm 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
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew 'cause ya 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
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your a baby bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a occurred to him
he could 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 serial hard, so I can amore
From coast to fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still don't me
Listen and we can 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 see ya no more
Let's get and diss LL
Use his name and ya records might
I can't believe you a dead maggots
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick back; I don't a, psycho rap
You handle the format
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 in rows
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya with
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 out your tooth
We'll be fighting lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
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 leave the battle as happy as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya about the murdergram