Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

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

Nah nah nah, that

Don't hold me back, the Devil just snapped
With a rap, shittin' 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 your 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 just quick to smoke your family fuck your sister

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

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

And do a driveby, that, I walk by and I spray shit
carve my name in your pavement
I was 'X' but I flexed
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 Fuck what you heard, this rated 'R'

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', is a warning
Boy you fuck with me
I'm rated 'R', this is a
Boy you can't fuck 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 hell witcha
And tell the devil I'll be in for lunch

Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down O.P.P.
The part 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 with 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 me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut

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

Norman work the night shift late
he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
Me havin' him scooped, he woke up with his up

caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, they tailgate
My rap style, so to cut 'em off I

And rough 'em up, 'em up, like 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 raps from
I know, from me, the original P-Funk, see ya next LP

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