Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the motherfuckin
I'll bag innocent motherfuckers
See like there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the trey -
G. Rap's your 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
niggaz better than 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 whoop your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child
your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the of a nine up her behind
and pull the fuckin
Goin Psycho like Bates, G. you better sedate
lately niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can G. Rap
Save candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, rather fuck with the AIDS virus
Cause I set em up wet em up like
And put niggaz to longer than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker Liberace's dick
Good luck, another bucked
I you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See I manage to niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger, manholes in niggaz
and holdin triggers up, to golddiggers
So if you all over my 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
left on death row, I let the gun go
bang blow your brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that stain out
Cause I serve more than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa mobsters
Put down the microphone unknown or famous
You're out of luck and I don't a FUCK what 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
Gassed up ass nigga, 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 know who's the
Niggaz I watered down the quarter pound
cause my sound can be caught around
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, said