Luyện nghe bài hát Nail In The Coffin

This motherfucker here, wont shut up will you?
about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm you right now
Yo lets put the nail in his

I dont want to be like
I dont really want to no feelins
But Im only being real when I say nobody to hear their grandfather rap (nope)
And old men have attacks
and I dont to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and away
You can still have a little bit of
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I would claim to be no Ray Benzino
an 83 old fake Pacino
So how can he me over some balcony
without his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me
Please dont, you'l probably with me
and our asses both be history
But then you'll finally get your wish
'cause you be all the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and cut you up
And you put Jada on a track how much you suck
in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin'
You sit behind a desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances real lyricists
don't even you or take you serious
Its not we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a crisis damn
last week you was shaking Obie hand
Now hes a What the fucks with that?
Get on a track us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and - fight me!
What do I know about standing in of a judge like a man
ready to whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin' her
right in front of the only that you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all
I would try to make her a star and eat off her
I know shit about no shoppin' rocks
But what you know about hip-hop rockin' spots?
When your the white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickin'
them bitches up after six hours at Kinkos
Just making copies of your covers of singles
to sell them out the trunk of your
Spendin' your paychecks at Disc Makers
What you about being bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you **should** know that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice, I'm eating you inside
Jesus Christ, if your that much of a gangster, put the mic
You should be out killin' motherfuckers now
Kill a dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, the fuck out of her!
She cant sue you, she wouldn't get a out of you
'cause your broke as fuck you suck you're a fuckin'
If you was really sellin' coke, well what the fuck
you for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make a lot more than you do from rap
You'll never had no security, you'll be famous
You'l never now what its to be rich, life's a bitch ain't it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit in lamens
terms for you just to make that you can understand this
and Canibus usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you
Here then let me slow it for you
so you can if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg over

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Talkin bout I have motherfuckers callin your
you aint even got a fuckin crib
You even got a fuckin phone
Fuckin punk, threatening to shut me at your fuckin lil' source magazine
If I come back & want me to you, bitch you attacked me first
take it a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little too
I dont need your little fuckin magazine, I got number anywayz
And yall cant stand it 'cause gettin bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I on the VMAs?
When you was watchin me from fuckin TV you was watchin me from in

The mean of Boston, fuckin sissy
And you got us scared up in here motherfucker, our motherfuckin dicks
Oh, and for those that dont know, get it twisted yo... The Source has a
owner!