Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the motherfuckin
I'll even bag innocent
See suckers like there was ten I
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey -
Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is
it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz dead out
and blowin the back of your fuckin out
Cookin niggaz better mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the center
I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
like was pictures of a bitch that I divorced
Boss, so on nigga, get wild and loose
I your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even bitch can get it nigga
I shove the of a nine up her behind
and pull the trigger
Goin Psycho like Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't able to me
It a man in the land that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the
Niggaz'll get like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, rather fuck with the AIDS virus
I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put to sleep longer than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than dick
Good luck, another hood
I kick you so far up your ass I get my foot stuck
See I manage to give niggaz than a bandage
Blue Cross and Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause I'm and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
and holdin up, to them golddiggers
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 when I erupt
you bitch-ass rappers'll get
And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn
on death 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 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 luck and I don't give a FUCK your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma shit
My be rich if you niggaz
wants to put your where your mouth is
up ass nigga, come set it
Cause when I pick up the gun, that be the end of the
Now you be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly clowns who's the hardest
Niggaz I watered down with the quarter
cause my slaughter sound can be caught
and the slaughter town
For the clowns got rounds worth of ammo
Play it Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin niggaz brain dead
Aww it, nuff said