Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big showdown; the is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya on the pill
a family snap shot, kiss ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the concrete is
And I'll ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want that I can be tamed
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a it's like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you ain't jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more than whole tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm come 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 a gun if I'm rhyming at the party
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
I'll 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 play "crushable," "late craps"
You only 'cause ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The 31, and, but now here I come
To save the day and the now getting done
a hooker, don't 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, it'll ya
Servin' or heard a word occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big emcees, I'll bet ya none last
Cause ain't stable or able
And I bruise the party like cables
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 still don't me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but records 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 and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't you found a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on your own two
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum with a big
the date and a or Rainer
Ya three year old
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older old town
Just kick back; I don't like a, rap
You can't handle the
you're swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. Morris has entered the
Some of y'all are sittin' in
Plates of hot butter rolls, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause when I get hot I get hot pastrami
Then I ya wonder why you don't hear bass
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me I wrote your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm busier than ever before
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' over a
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as happy as a wed
Give me a tech-nine to
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a spin and send a jam the fans will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram