Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso with ya girl on the
Take a family snap shot, ya wife
Cause I'm like a knife, the is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya python
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you want to
I want pain that I can be
about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough to make a whole damn army
I can't hold back the way I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme like ya slippin' off banana peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya fruit
First your title, now I'm takin' female
All of a you're so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The ripper is back, and you can't
Cause one of my records will sell more than your whole
I want beef, so 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 teeth 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 slay ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I "crushable," "late night craps"
You only knew ya onto 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 sign of the battle you little fake
It's, out ya kitchen sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say 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
he could move; a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
they 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 amore
coast to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you still phase me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but records ain't wack this
Your on the castle door but when you fall in the moat
I won't see ya no
get together and diss LL
Use his and ya records might sell
I can't believe you a dead maggots
all over my name, I won't have that
You better look in the mirror and re-think plan
Why in quicksand
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm emcees a funky drum with a big beat
the date and a or Rainer
Ya year old ballerina
I can't believe the try to throw-down
Whether new or older than old town
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't handle the
Whether you're swab or
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, play the pay
Mr. has entered the buffet
of y'all are sittin' in rows
Plates of hot rolls, beat ya with balamey
Slap ya 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
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass knuckles then we his jaw
When I'm on the I want silence
Let KRS-One stop the
no rivals, ain't no competition
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' 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
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle as happy as a newly wed
me a tech-nine to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll make a mailman spin and send a jam the will understand
Feel ya weep the murdergram