Luyện nghe bài hát My 9 Rhymes

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

Runnin the cops like Al Capone

Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers like Sly

Got a gat in my like its part of my belt

Suckers scared butter so they start to melt

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

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

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

i became an adolescent i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and with needles and pins

Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and

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

But no dont do it be just a carbon copy

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

Not average everyday elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle for suckers

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

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

Brother think im pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its for me to shut up cus i really said enough