Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go the speakers
The big the display is skill
I'm the type of Picasso ya girl on the pill
Take a family snap shot, kiss ya
I'm like a knife, the concrete is right
And I'll take ya life, and take ya like
I'm a do you
Any emcee who you to name?
I want that I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole army
I can't hold the way that I feel
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off peels
Ya like fruit cake, ya cocktails
your title, now I'm takin' your female
All of a sudden you're so proud of a
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 your whole
I want beef, so bring on the
I got than just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm poison; come and take a
I bet ya teeth end up around the corner, kid
ask me why I did it
I'm civilized damage to a
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, invading the
in your video; here's the real smoothing
Country who do you think you're foolin'?
I play "crushable," "late craps"
You only knew ya onto your raps
And rap and B.E.T.
The channel 31, and, but now I come
To the day and the now you're getting done
Like a hooker, try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Your Mic's a bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The is that the fire, boy, it'll break ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could a would get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the like jumper cables
So me in, and put me on
I'm hard, so I can battle amore
From to coast fly, cripple, and crazy
Use a dictionary, but you don't phase me
Listen and we can sound
Reach out for my blackness, but your ain't wack this
Your on the castle door 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 and re-think your plan
Why walk in
When you can on your own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum 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 older than old
Just kick back; I like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
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, beat ya balamey
Slap ya with salami, 'cause I get hot I get hot like pastrami
Then I make ya wonder why you don't bass
But you feel the
You get cooked; I'll knock out tooth
We'll be fighting from lobby to the
You are on me like I your dinnertime
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, just kick a warmth)
Pass the brass then we break his jaw
When I'm on the microphone I want
Let KRS-One stop the
Ain't no rivals, ain't no
Punk, I'm beatin' ya submission
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a keep it raw
Eat ya up a pack-jam
Video is over a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the battle lookin' as as a newly wed
Give me a to spray
Save the peep, and put it on
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram