Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

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