Luyện nghe bài hát Narration 1

That ain't
tryin' to kill me and shit,

Out

Spit somethin' called rap

10 ago a friend of mine
Rapped about the darkest shit I done heard of,
Rappin' these boomin' words from
Swear I never of nuttin' like that
a kid at home on a microphone
But soon ghetto millionaires well
tapes out his trunk for a couple of months,
Esham and his brother James,
Payin half the state
With a new style called the wicked shit,
Sellin' faster the shit could be made
What's Esham Is he really like that?
Is Oshay really a natural born
With them it's OK all day, with no way,
Cause his be soundin' way realla
He the Devil's shit,
Do you believe in
It's the story of The Unholy
And if you me, how the fuck I know?
the muthafucka just told me,
BIATCH!