Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
the motherfuckin magnificent
I'll bag innocent motherfuckers
See suckers like 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 your
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 knockin niggaz out
and blowin the back of your fuckin out
Cookin niggaz than mama's dinner
So let the drama enter, I'm 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 come on nigga, get wild and
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get for child abuse
Even your can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a nine up her
and pull the fuckin
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better
Because niggaz ain't able to take me
It ain't a man in the land can stand G. Rap
Save that candy-rap, shit for the
Niggaz'll get slayed like a of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld fuck with the AIDS virus
Cause I set em up wet em up like
And put niggaz to sleep than Rip Van Winkle
The quicker the shit, the the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin sicker 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 niggaz than a bandage
Blue and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the motherfuckin damage
Cause I'm bold and bigger, manholes in niggaz
and holdin triggers up, to them
So if you all over my dick just like a
My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ?
You better duck, I'm like a when I erupt
you bitch-ass rappers'll get
And you'll be one hoe, like Monroe
on death row, because I let the gun go
bang blow your brains out
But you need more than detergent to get that stain out
Cause I serve crabs than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa mobsters
Put down the microphone whether or famous
You're out of luck and I don't a FUCK what your name is
Boy you better split, I'ma 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
I watered down with the quarter pound
cause my slaughter sound can be around
and the slaughter town
For the clowns got eighty worth of ammo
Play it Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz dead
Aww fuck it, nuff