Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

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

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

Nah nah nah, fuck

Don't me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
With a rap, that's on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your money your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in mouth kid

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

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

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

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

Ain't that ill? That I could just and watch a bloodspill
From a known rapper, but now the no frill
Just I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
the flavor Tim? 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 fuck with me

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

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

Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm with O.P.P.
The best part it, I got AIDS, bitch
Psych, I'm only kiddin', only do it to women
'Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they 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
to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut

Snapped the neck on Michael Myers I freaked it
it was August and he was talkin' this 'Trick or Treat' shit
Jason my man slangs like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the shop

Bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, I 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 with the
I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, 'cause they
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 hear a man that like me smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from
I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP

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