Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

I'm rated 'R', this is a
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 fuck with 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 Sprat
So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman shit
And if it's beef punch you in your mouth kid

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

That's what type of shit I'm on, is bond
thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role [Incomprehensible]
'Cause since 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 brain is out of
Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your daughter

And do a driveby, fuck that, I by and I spray shit
Then carve my name in 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 just stand and watch a bloodspill
From a rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor Tim? Fuck what you heard, this 'R'

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

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

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

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

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 like up the block
143rd and by the smoke shop

Bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his
Bust a Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
Me havin' him scooped, he up with his zooks up

caused 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, 'em up, like bust 'em up
With the one-two punch, like servin' a
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I know, from me, the 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 can't fuck 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 with me