Luyện nghe bài hát Murdergram

Hey yo, don't go near the
The big the display is skill
I'm the of Picasso with ya girl on the pill
a family 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 pain I can be tamed
Talkin' guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn
I can't hold back the way that I
Cause when I bust a rhyme it's like ya slippin' off banana
Ya fruit cake, ya fruit cocktails
First your title, now I'm takin' your
All of a sudden so proud of a black
A baseball hat but you sayin' jack
The is back, and you can't escape
Cause one of my records will sell more your whole tape
I want beef, so bring on the
I got more just Cool J cookies
Rip, rock, crush, stop, cop; I'm come 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 carrying a gun if I'm rhyming at the
New York, Chicago, Detroit, LA
slay wherever ya play
D.C. or Philly, or
I'm worrying the rich, invading the
Perpetrating in your video; here's the real
accents; who do you think you're 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 save the day and the now you're done
a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb
The first of the battle you little fake
It's, comin' out ya sink
Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll ya
or heard 'em; a word occurred to him
Then he could move; a get moved on
Like a shotgun blast, big mouth emcees, I'll bet ya last
Cause they stable or able
And I bruise the party jumper 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 don't me
Listen and we can cheap
Reach out for my blackness, but your records ain't wack
Your bitin' on the castle door but when you in the moat
I see ya no more
get together and diss LL
Use his name and ya records sell
I can't believe you found a dead
Crawlin' all over my name, I won't that
You better look in the mirror and your plan
Why walk in
When you can stand on own two feet?
I'm rippin' emcees a funky drum a big beat
Name the and a or Rainer
Ya three old ballerina
I can't believe the suckers try to
Whether you're new or older than old
Just kick I don't like a, psycho rap
You can't the format
Whether swab or swoon
Ruff or rugged, all I is a broom
If I slay the way they slay, punk the pay
Mr. Morris has 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 hear
But you the thunder
You get cooked; knock out your tooth
be fighting from lobby to the roof
You are on me like I wrote your
Yo, Marley. (Whats up?) Spill the
(Nah, man, kick a little warmth)
the brass knuckles then 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 into
I'm gettin' busier than ever
Never more will I'll slack, I'm a it real raw
Eat ya up like a
Video is poppin' a Batman
you to shreds, tappin' you on the head
Then leave the lookin' as happy as a newly wed
Give me a tech-nine to
the peep, and put it on law-away
I'll a mailman spin and send a jam the fans will understand
ya weep about the murdergram