Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

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

Nah nah nah, fuck

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

I got a heart but my heart is made out of
to Jamel, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a or Bavarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck 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 when she ripped 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 to manslaughter your little 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 beat up the devil with a so he dropped me a level

Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a
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? what you heard, this rated 'R'

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

to part two of the segment, the Red bend
Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead
And if I didn't know ya, to witcha punk
And tell the devil I'll be in for lunch

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

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

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 Amsterdam by the smoke

Norman Bates work the night late
Since he dresses like his momma, I him and his hoecake
a maneuver Freddy 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
Plus I got his pickled in a jar
So let's get down the funk break, 'cause they 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 servin' a
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from
I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya LP chump

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