Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

I'm rated 'R', this is a
Boy you can't fuck me
I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you can't with 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 me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's shittin' on the story of Jack
So put your where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef punch you in your mouth kid

I got a heart but my heart is 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 quick to smoke your family then fuck your

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

I was a mother-eff, but had to step
'Cause she hit me with a left, then left
That's why my is out of order
Because it a quarter 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 dropped me a

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

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

Back to two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, pour 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 I'm down with O.P.P.
The best about it, I got AIDS, bitch
Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to ugly
'Cause the pretty one's smell like they went fishin'

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

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

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

That me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain in a jar
So let's get with 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 punch, like servin' a customer
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I know, me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP chump

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