Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

I'm rated 'R', is a warning
Boy you can't with 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', is a warning
Boy you can't fuck 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 money where mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your kid

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

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

I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to
'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, that, I walk by and I spray shit
Then carve my name in your
I was 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the with a shovel so he dropped me a level

Ain't that That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I a record 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 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
I'm rated 'R', is a warning
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 ya, to hell witcha punk
And tell the devil I'll be in for lunch

Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down O.P.P.
The best about it, I got AIDS, bitch
Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to 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 with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
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
my man slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and by the smoke shop

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

That caused me to cut the hands off the man the chainsaw
Plus I got his pickled 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, bust 'em up
the one-two punch, like servin' a customer
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps
I know, me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP chump

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