Luyện nghe bài hát Open Fire

Funky dilemmas, MC's by process of elimination
Ghetto linger breaks your mind, body
Got me sold Hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in cella
No one's betta, pull more Playboy bitches than Heffner
I phase you wit my nasal style I'm
To rock two turntables for oh, say like sweet

Now who's on the I'll make you feel the real
I at will wit nine shots in your window sill
Or mill, to feel a of wind, I must've been born
Wit ten of my dusted friends, I get up in you Keith Murray
Make whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make competition leave smokin' the lala
Blazay Blah through your block and open fire

in the area
Erick in the area
Murray's in the area

Is mic on word up?
I swarm helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin' dollars
The lyrical Fighter call me Sagat
hot like the bullet from somebody gettin' shot

Where a drum there's a beat
And where there's guns the streets
This option allows me to my opponents wit degrees
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the
It's the reason why I threw away my Skypager

Magnificent, rappers death certificates
Wit fly intricate flows by the
Y'all out the hype description of this
One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record

No one invited me so I crashed and the vibe
And it out like a rash
Who do I be? The E, the D O U B the L to the E
Get your blunt leafs and it up
Get your and fire it up
MC's you betta stand clear, Def is a world premier

Word is bond I collect your con gone like a moron
I break your little itty styles down to ions
My rap style has many, many mixtures of murderous
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter my rap
Sounds be on sickly timin', meaning brain can't be defined
In the I be using when I be rhymin'

Now you can change your whole back and forth
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you he'd cough
My rap style is like my lifestyle, than turbulence
Ever since I to subject you to my bullshit

I your chest and perform open-heart surgery
And God forbid I people [Incomprehensible] the L O D
I beatin' you in the head with this
you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analyst
Way than the force intended
The nicest rapper that came out since you could remember
Def