Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody's Safe Chump

Ah, yeah, the home of the microphone master, Houdini
I'm dope, don't believe me
Unless, I stress and bust a cap steel
Aim for the dome, show 'em that I'm hardcore

The underground rapper who's
I a Smith & Wesson on my right section
I'm at all time, Jack
mills to gap, for a punk, suck new jack

I must stay focus and keep my open
The world's confusion, there mad guns smoking
For punks trying to get respect and
around and catch a bad one from Erick Sermon

I'm serious, boy but not Jackson
I also a 12 gauge shotgun for action
So chill, back the up and get a grip
Get off that, thinking that you're all that real
Like the Rude Boys
written all over your face, punk, nobody's safe

Nobody's safe chump, so your doors locked
Nobody's safe chump, so your doors locked
safe chump, so keep your doors locked
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your locked

It's the hardcore rap music that make your ears
'Joys of Funk' produce a song to make my fans
Singing, swinging, hum along, thump my rap
I bet I get wreck on a DL, then the P's

Poof, no phone booth, or tight suit
Dress in all black, skullcap, black down goose
To hide the mock bird, wit the pistol grip
Squeeze 'em quick, show who's wit the loose lip

'Cuz loose lips sink ships, don't need a ship to catch a nine
I going out on some bullshit
shot, corner pocket, now watch me rock it
Can't mock the rap style so, boy, it

(So, the name?)
John Doe, 'k, a slow flow
Miff' crazy, the boy's loco
Like Neon Sanders, call him prime time
(It's the new style)
to get mine

'Cuz safe in the fast pace of the rap race
So keep your hoodies on and your boots
Now I'm out, beaming back to the
Nobody's safe chump, so your doors locked