Luyện nghe bài hát 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 fuck me

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

Nah nah nah, that

hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's shittin' on the of Jack Sprat
So put your money where 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 made out of
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

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

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

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

Ain't that ill? That I could just and watch a bloodspill
From a known rapper, but now the 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', this is a
Boy you can't with me
I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you fuck 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

Back to two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, pour beer out for my 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 about it, I got AIDS,
Psych, I'm only kiddin', do it to ugly women
'Cause the pretty one's puss 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
Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a

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

Norman Bates work the night shift
Since he dresses his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, 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 pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, 'cause 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 a customer
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I know, from me, the P-Funk, see ya next LP chump

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