Luyện nghe bài hát Rated '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 rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you can't with me
I'm 'R', this is a warning
Boy you fuck with me

Nah nah nah, fuck

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

I got a but my heart is made 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 what of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role
'Cause since I was an infant, I was different
Paid no attention to my moms she ripped it

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

And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray
Then carve my in your pavement
I was 'X' but I flexed
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 because I made a I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor Fuck what 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 with me

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

Back to two of the segment, the Red bend
of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
And if I didn't ya, to hell witcha punk
And the devil I'll be in town for lunch

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

I grab my dick a tight grip, 'cause I might flip
Yo Red, kick that 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 dazed him a uppercut

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

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

That caused me to cut the hands off the man the chainsaw
I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the 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 like me him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP

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