Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody's Safe Chump

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

The underground who's wrecking
I pack a Smith & Wesson on my section
I'm strapped at all time,
Nine mills to gap, for a punk, new jack

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

I'm serious, boy but not Jackson
I also have a 12 gauge shotgun for
So chill, the hell up and get a grip
Get off that, that you're all that real quick
Like the Boys said
It's written all over your face, punk, safe

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

It's the hardcore rap that make your ears ring
'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, cape or suit
Dress in all black, black skullcap, black goose
To hide the bird, word wit the pistol grip
'em quick, show who's crossing wit the loose lip

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

(So, the name?)
Doe, 'k, it's a slow flow
'Swiss crazy, the boy's loco
Like Neon Deion Sanders, him prime time
(It's the new style)
Time to get

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