Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the magnificent
I'll even bag innocent
See suckers like there was ten I
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 niggaz on the floor, bitchin that 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 your fuckin out
Cookin niggaz than mama's dinner
So let the enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin with force, tearin niggaz out the
like they was pictures of a bitch that I
Boss, so come on nigga, get and loose
I whoop your motherfuckin ass and get for child abuse
Even your bitch can get it
I the barrel of a nine up her behind
and pull the fuckin
Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately 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
get slayed like a bunch of play pirates
Fuckin with me, y'alld rather with the AIDS virus
I set em up wet em up like sprinkles
And put niggaz to sleep longer than Rip Van
The quicker the shit, the the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz than Liberace's dick
luck, another hood bucked
I kick you so far up your ass I get my foot stuck
See I manage to give niggaz more than a
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't the motherfuckin damage
I'm bold and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
and holdin triggers up, to golddiggers
So if you all over my dick like a rubber
My rap is so fat, I make ? and ? ?
You duck, I'm like a volcano when I erupt
you bitch-ass get fucked
And be one hoe, like Marilyn Monroe
on death row, because I let the gun go
bang blow your brains out
But you need more detergent to get that motherfuckin stain out
I serve more crabs than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead
Put down the microphone whether unknown or
out of luck and I don't give a FUCK what your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma house
My dick'll be rich if you
wants to put your money 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 with the quarter
cause my slaughter sound can be caught
and found the slaughter
For the got eighty rounds worth of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, a piano
I'm leavin lame niggaz dead
Aww it, nuff said