Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
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 concrete is
And take ya life, and take ya like python
I'm a do you
Any who you want to name?
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it alarm me
Got enough cash to make a damn army
I can't back the way that I feel
Cause I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' 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 ain't sayin'
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more than your tape
I want beef, so on the rookies
I got more than just Cool J
Rip, rock, crush, stop, I'm poison; come and take a drop
I bet ya will end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized to a nobody
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 the rich, invading the poor
in your 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 channel 31, and, but now here I
To save the day and the now getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first sign of the you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is the fire, boy, it'll break ya
Servin' or heard 'em; a word to him
Then he could a would get moved 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 jumper
So me in, and put me on
I'm serial hard, so I can amore
From coast to coast fly, cripple, and
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your records wack this
Your bitin' on the castle door but you fall in the moat
I see ya no more
Let's get together and LL
Use his name and ya might sell
I believe 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 walk in
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the date and a or
Ya three old ballerina
I can't the suckers try to throw-down
Whether you're new or older than old
kick back; I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether you're or swoon
or rugged, all I need is a broom
If I the way they slay, punk play the pay
Mr. has entered 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 bass
But you the thunder
You get I'll knock out your tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) the time
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I silence
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
Rippin' you to shreds, you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll make a mailman and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram