Luyện nghe bài hát My 9 Rhymes

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

Runnin from the cops like Al

Goin on them mother fuckers like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its of my belt

Suckers like butter so they start to melt

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

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

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

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

Puttin in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and wesson

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

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

Esham is and everyone else is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet like Sugar

Not average everyday elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for

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

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

think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i really said