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 can't fuck me

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

Nah nah nah, that

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

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

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

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

And do a driveby, fuck that, I by and I spray shit
carve my name in your pavement
I was 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he me a level

that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
From a rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's
What's the flavor Tim? Fuck what you heard, rated 'R'

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

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

to part two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, beer out for my dead friends
And if I know ya, to hell witcha punk
And tell the devil I'll be in town for

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

I grab my dick with a tight grip, 'cause I flip
Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight
I had a with Chuck, the punk 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 or Treat' shit
Jason my man slangs rocks up the block
143rd and by the smoke shop

Norman work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his
Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed
Me havin' him scooped, he up with his zooks 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
With the one-two punch, like servin' a
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from
I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP

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