Luyện nghe bài hát 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 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

Nah nah nah, fuck

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

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

That's what of shit I'm on, word is bond
thinkin' about playin' that nice guy role [Incomprehensible]
'Cause every since I was an infant, I was
Paid no 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
why my brain is out of order
Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little

And do a driveby, fuck that, I by and I spray shit
Then my name in your pavement
I was rated 'X' but I
I beat up the devil 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 I made a record I'm a star, that's 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', 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 fuck with me

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

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

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

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

Norman work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, I him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, about
Me him scooped, he woke 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 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
With the one-two punch, like servin' a
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
Then ask him the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I know, me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP chump

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

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