Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

I'm 'R', this is a warning
Boy you can't with me
I'm 'R', this is a warning
Boy you fuck with me

I'm rated 'R', this is a
Boy you can't fuck me
I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you can't fuck me

Nah nah nah, that

Don't hold me back, the Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's shittin' on the of Jack Sprat
So put your where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in mouth kid

I got a heart but my is made out of nails
to Jamel, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or type of nigga
I'm just to smoke your family then fuck your sister

That's what type of shit I'm on, word is
Been about playin' that nice guy role [Incomprehensible]
'Cause since I was an infant, I was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she it

I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to
'Cause she hit me with a left, another left
That's why my is out of order
Because it just a quarter to manslaughter little daughter

And do a driveby, that, I walk by and I spray shit
Then my name in your pavement
I was rated 'X' but I
I beat up the devil a shovel so he dropped me a level

Ain't that ill? I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor Fuck what you heard, this rated 'R'

I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you fuck with me
I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you can't with me

I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you fuck with me
I'm rated 'R', this is a
Boy you fuck with me

to part two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, beer out for my dead friends
And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha
And the devil I'll be in town for lunch

Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down O.P.P.
The best part it, I got AIDS, bitch
Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly
'Cause the one's puss smell like they went fishin'

I my dick with a tight grip, 'cause I might flip
Yo Red, kick hype shit on who you had a fight with
I had a fight with Chuck, the motherfuck
to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut

Snapped the neck on Myers then I freaked it
'Cause it was August and he was talkin' this 'Trick or Treat'
Jason my man slangs rocks like up the
143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke

Norman Bates work the night late
Since he dresses like his momma, I him and his hoecake
a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
Me havin' him scooped, he woke up with his up

That caused me to cut the hands off the man the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain in a jar
So let's get down the funk break, 'cause they tailgate
My rap style, so to cut 'em off I

And rough 'em up, tough 'em up, like 'em up
the one-two punch, like servin' a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
Then ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP

I'm 'R', this is a warning
Boy you can't fuck me
I'm 'R', this is a warning
Boy you can't fuck me

I'm rated 'R', this is a
Boy you can't fuck me
I'm rated 'R', this is a
Boy you can't fuck me