Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the magnificent
I'll even bag motherfuckers
See suckers there was ten I sent
So if you in my way - great, I pull out the trey - eight
Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not playmate
So all you niggaz on the floor, bitchin that shit is
Tell it to the motherfuckin
So get ready to let the led out, I'm niggaz dead out
and blowin the back of your fuckin out
niggaz better than 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
like they was pictures of a bitch I divorced
Boss, so on nigga, get wild and loose
I whoop motherfuckin 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 like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz able to take me
It ain't a man in the that can stand G. Rap
that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of play
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather fuck with the virus
I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm a fit
Leavin sicker than Liberace's dick
Good luck, another hood
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 Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause I'm and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
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 rappers'll get
And be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe
on death row, because I let the gun go
bang your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that motherfuckin out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red
I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead mobsters
Put down the microphone unknown or famous
You're out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma shit
My dick'll be rich if you
wants to put your money where your is
Gassed up ass nigga, set it
Cause when I up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin clowns know who's the hardest
Niggaz I down with the quarter pound
cause my sound can be caught around
and the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty rounds of ammo
it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz dead
Aww fuck it, nuff