Luyện nghe bài hát Nuff Said

[Kool G.
Here's the motherfuckin
I'll even bag innocent
See suckers there was ten I sent
So if you come in my way - great, I out the trey - eight
Kool G. Rap's fate, and not your playmate
So all you on the floor, bitchin that shit is dead
it to the motherfuckin mortician
So get to let the led out, I'm knockin niggaz dead 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 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 your motherfuckin ass and get arrested for child abuse
Even your can get it nigga
I the barrel of a nine up her behind
and pull the fuckin
Goin Psycho like Bates, G. you better sedate
Because lately niggaz ain't to take me
It ain't a man in the that can stand G. Rap
Save candy-rap, shit for the handicapped
Niggaz'll get slayed like a bunch of 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 than Rip Van Winkle
The the shit, the quicker the hit, I'm peakin a fit
Leavin niggaz than Liberace's dick
luck, another hood bucked
I you so far up your ass I get my motherfuckin foot stuck
See I manage to give niggaz more a bandage
Blue Cross and Blue Shield, couldn't cover the damage
Cause I'm and bigger, puttin manholes in niggaz
and holdin up, to them golddiggers
So if you all over my dick just like a
My rap is so fat, I ? and ? ? blubber
You better duck, I'm like a volcano when I
you bitch-ass rappers'll get
And you'll be one hoe, like Monroe
left on row, because I let the gun go
bang blow motherfuckin brains out
But you need more than to get that motherfuckin stain out
Cause I serve more than Red Lobster's
When I pop shots, I leave lotsa dead
Put down the microphone unknown or famous
You're out of luck and I give a FUCK what your name is
Boy you better split, cause I'ma shit
My be rich if you niggaz
wants to put 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 be a gold or a platinum artist
But deep down, you silly clowns know who's the hardest
Niggaz I down with the quarter pound
cause my slaughter sound can be caught
and found the town
For the clowns got eighty rounds of ammo
Play it again Sam, put on my jams, a piano
I'm lame niggaz brain dead
Aww fuck it, said