Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the motherfuckin
I'll even bag innocent
See like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I out the trey - eight
Kool G. Rap's fate, and not your playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin shit is dead
it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz out
and blowin the back of your head out
Cookin niggaz better mama's dinner
So let the enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force, tearin out the frame
like they was of a bitch that I divorced
Boss, so on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for abuse
your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the of a nine up her behind
and the fuckin trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better
Because lately niggaz ain't able to me
It ain't a man in the that can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the
Niggaz'll get like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck the AIDS virus
Cause I set em up wet em up sprinkles
And put niggaz to longer than Rip Van Winkle
The the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin 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 to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the damage
Cause I'm and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
and triggers up, to them golddiggers
So if you all my dick just like a rubber
My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ?
You better duck, I'm like a when I erupt
you rappers'll get fucked
And you'll be one hoe, like Monroe
left on row, because I let the gun go
bang blow motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa mobsters
Put down the microphone whether or famous
You're out of and I don't give a FUCK what your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma house
My be rich if you niggaz
wants to put money where your mouth is
up ass nigga, come set it
Cause I pick up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a gold or a artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly know who's the hardest
Niggaz I watered down the quarter pound
cause my slaughter can be caught around
and found the slaughter
For the clowns got rounds worth of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a
I'm lame niggaz brain dead
Aww it, nuff said