Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the magnificent
I'll even bag innocent
See like 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 on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
Tell it to the motherfuckin
So get ready to let the led out, I'm knockin dead out
and blowin the back of fuckin head out
Cookin niggaz better than dinner
So let the enter, I'm sendin niggaz to the trauma center
Because I'm rollin force, tearin niggaz out the frame
like was pictures of a bitch that I divorced
Boss, so come on nigga, get and loose
I whoop your ass and get arrested for child abuse
your bitch can get it nigga
I shove the barrel of a up her behind
and pull the trigger
Goin Psycho like Norman Bates, G. you better
Because lately niggaz able to take me
It ain't a man in the land that can G. Rap
that candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a of play pirates
Fuckin with me, rather fuck with 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 the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz sicker than Liberace's
Good luck, another bucked
I you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See I to give niggaz more than a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't the motherfuckin damage
I'm bold 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 better duck, I'm like a volcano when I
you bitch-ass get fucked
And you'll be one hoe, like Marilyn
left on row, because I let the gun go
bang your motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause I serve more crabs than Red
When I pop shots, I leave dead mobsters
Put down the microphone whether or famous
You're out of luck and I don't give a what your name is
Boy you split, cause I'ma house shit
My dick'll be if you niggaz
to put your money 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 could be a gold or a platinum
But down, you fuckin silly 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 worth of ammo
Play it Sam, put on my jams, fuck a piano
I'm leavin niggaz brain dead
Aww fuck it, said