Luyện nghe bài hát Officer Down (Rick Ross Diss)

Too easy, man can't a motherfucker you see me
need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you
Victories my valentine, I'm in a lane
Strong as
as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter brain, he banned
Understand, ain't a obstacle it's comical

The shades you wear blindin' you
Everyone knows I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava,
Bet he more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for
want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, move
around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind see the punk in you
Girl in you, bitch in you, I will thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', be even
Even thru and pleading
He be talkin' the weight he push
Use to punch the in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu for sale
See it, I bought it; it's if I flaunt it
If ya diamonds really real then put the diamond on it
He don't it
I'll run up on his shadow hit him
He bout real as a 4 bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this I do
If you knew I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the
get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of CAKE
They want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires beside me
families divided, dickin' ya hoe is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin'
Peace to him,
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm
I'm too strong, you warned
Quiet when I perform
When I get on, I'm big pac, hell reborn
Word to mama, word is
kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm
Sleep wit me, ya bitch might
Same promotion, fight
Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is
Practice, pay ya
'Fore you spit my out backwards
around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I a f-f-fuckem' ALL
Makaveli I bomb, I hit em' up
buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's
L-l-lyrical battery way
Pretty in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me
High and hazy, shady, grimey, in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're the NBA
Blaze you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in catchin' garment
versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that you a special target
In this market let impersonators walk 'round
50 you, I just laid the chalk down