Luyện nghe bài hát My 9 Rhymes

Born beat up and always
Never I'd turn into a criminal if anything

Runnin from the like Al Capone

Goin Rambo on them fuckers like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its part of my

Suckers scared like butter so they to melt

I stand silent like in Detroits streets
What a rich man throws away is what a man eats
i was 5 my mind start to blow

Told my teacher i want to be like Hitler i grow up
i was 7 disregarded the laws of heaven

When i was 10 i commiting sin
I went to church on and i cussed out the reverand

When i an adolescent i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo needles and pins

Puttin holes in mother with a fuckin smith and wesson

A homicidal vital recital my title
I know my shit is deaf and i know you want a oh

But no dont do it you'll be a carbon copy

is original and everyone else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Hill

Not your average everyday run of the mill

Mother fucker get it i dont battle thats for suckers

You wish you was down Reel Life Product aint that right brothers
I dont no need to bullshit

You pull some shit and you'll be bullets n shit

Brother im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its for me to shut up cus i really said enough