Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

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