Luyện nghe bài hát Officer Down (Rick Ross Diss)

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

The shades you wear been you
Everyone what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava,
Bet he come phenomenal
Deadly, for drama
Whoever want it can in too
Broken ego's I you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found up and bruised
You need support, a couple
Beef out here ain't new, I'll 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 kick thru all of you
Football wit you, when we see him, DDT him
him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru coppin' and
He be talkin' bout the weight he
Use to punch the in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got want for sale
See it, I it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamonds really real then put the tester on it
He want it
I'll run up on his hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be
He money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long after he disappear, this is
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 don't want no problems they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now too LATE
There's no till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire divided, dickin' ya hoe is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real comin' home
to him, fuck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm
I'm too strong, you warned
Quiet storm when I
I get on, I'm like big pac, hell reborn
Word to mama, is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too
You superthug, I'm
Sleep wit me, ya bitch just
Same promotion, fight
Still ballin', bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is
Practice, pay ya
you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit rappers
as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-fuckem' ALL
Makaveli I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck,
Wont much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery way
ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me call me crazy
and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough
Big macs for every one you can eat, for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, in bullet 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 makes you a target
In this market they let impersonators walk
50 bodied you, I just laid the down