Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, go near the speakers
The big showdown; the display is
I'm the type of with ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want pain that I can be
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I hold back the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden you're so of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will more than your whole tape
I beef, so bring on the rookies
I got more than Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; and take a drop
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 a gun if I'm rhyming 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 here's the real smoothing
Country accents; who do you think foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew 'cause ya onto 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
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The sign of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen
Your Mic's a bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he could move; a would get on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya none
Cause they ain't or able
And I bruise the party like 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 phase me
Listen and we can sound
out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack this
Your bitin' on the castle but when you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get and diss 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 mirror and re-think your
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I believe the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or than old town
Just kick back; I 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, play the pay
Mr. Morris has the buffet
Some of y'all are sittin' in
of hot butter rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya with salami, 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 out your tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just a little warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
I'm on the microphone I want silence
Let stop the violence
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya into
I'm gettin' than ever before
Never more will slack, I'm a keep it real raw
Eat ya up like a
is poppin' over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, tappin' you on the
leave the battle lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the fans understand
ya weep about the murdergram