Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent
See like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the - eight
Kool G. Rap's fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin shit is dead
Tell it to the mortician
So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz out
and blowin the back of your head out
Cookin better than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the center
Because I'm rollin with force, tearin out the frame
like they was pictures of a bitch I divorced
Boss, so on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even your can get it nigga
I shove the of a nine up her behind
and the fuckin trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you sedate
Because niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the
Niggaz'll get slayed like a of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather with the AIDS virus
I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's
Good luck, another bucked
I kick you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot
See I to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger, manholes in niggaz
and holdin triggers up, to them
So if you all my dick just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, I ? and ? ? blubber
You better duck, I'm like a volcano I erupt
you rappers'll get fucked
And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn
left on row, because I let the gun go
bang your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause I serve crabs than Red Lobster's
I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether unknown or
You're out of luck and I don't give a what your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma house
My be rich if you niggaz
wants to put your money your mouth is
Gassed up ass nigga, set it
Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the
Now you could be a gold or a platinum
But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns who's the hardest
I watered down with the quarter pound
cause my slaughter sound can be around
and found the slaughter
For the clowns got eighty rounds of ammo
Play it Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz brain
Aww fuck it, said