Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll even bag innocent
See suckers there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I pull out the - eight
Kool G. Rap's your fate, and not your
So all you on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin dead out
and blowin the back of fuckin head out
Cookin niggaz better mama's dinner
So let the enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm with force, tearin niggaz out the frame
like they was pictures of a that I divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get for child abuse
your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a up her behind
and the fuckin trigger
Goin Psycho like Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the
Niggaz'll get slayed 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 sleep than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm a fit
Leavin niggaz than Liberace's dick
Good luck, another hood
I kick you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot
See I manage to give more than a bandage
Blue and Blue 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 volcano when I
you bitch-ass get fucked
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 motherfuckin stain out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red
When I pop shots, I lotsa dead mobsters
Put the microphone whether unknown or famous
out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your name is
Boy you better split, cause house shit
My be rich if you niggaz
wants to put your money where mouth is
Gassed up ass nigga, set it
Cause when I up the gun, that be the end of the unleaded
Now you could be a or a platinum artist
But deep down, you fuckin silly know who's the hardest
Niggaz I watered down with the pound
my slaughter sound can be caught around
and found the town
For the clowns got eighty worth of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, fuck a
I'm leavin lame niggaz dead
Aww fuck it, nuff