Luyện nghe bài hát My 9 Rhymes

Born up and always hungry
Never thought I'd into a criminal if anything

Runnin the cops like Al Capone

Rambo on them mother fuckers like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its of my belt

Suckers scared like butter so they start to

I stand like concrete in Detroits streets
What a rich man throws is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my start to blow

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

When i was 10 i started sin
I went to church on Sunday and i out the reverand

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

Puttin holes in mother with a fuckin smith and wesson

A homicidal recital Esham 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

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

Not average everyday elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for

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

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

Brother think im bluffin pull me bluff and get up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i really said