Luyện nghe bài hát My 9 Rhymes

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

Runnin from the cops like Al

Goin Rambo on them mother fuckers Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants its part of my belt

Suckers scared like butter so they to melt

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

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

i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to on Sunday and i cussed out the reverand

i became 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 Esham my
I know my shit is and i know you want a bite oh

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

Esham is original and everyone else is
Still i 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 and you'll be pullin bullets n shit

Brother think im bluffin me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i said enough