Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

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

Nah nah nah, that

Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just
With a rap, shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your where your mouth 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 nails in my blood rails
I'm not a or Bavarian type of nigga
I'm quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister

That's type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been about playin' that nice guy role [Incomprehensible]
'Cause every 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, another left
That's why my brain is out of
Because it a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter

And do a driveby, that, I walk by and I spray shit
Then my name in your pavement
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 stand and watch a
From a rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor Tim? Fuck you heard, this rated 'R'

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

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

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

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

I grab my dick with a tight grip, 'cause I flip
Yo Red, that hype 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 this 'Trick or Treat' shit
Jason my man slangs like up the block
and Amsterdam by the smoke shop

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

That me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his 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, like 'em up
With the one-two punch, like a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds 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 LP chump

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