Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

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

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

Nah nah nah, fuck

hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's shittin' on the story of Jack
So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman shit
And if it's beef I'll you in your mouth kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back to 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 tell the devil be in town for lunch

Got in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P.
The part about 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 a tight grip, 'cause I might flip
Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a with
I had a fight with Chuck, the punk
to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut

Snapped the neck on Michael Myers I freaked it
it was August and he was talkin' this 'Trick or Treat' shit
Jason my man rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the shop

Norman Bates work the shift late
Since he like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
Me him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up

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

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

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

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