Luyện nghe bài hát Rated 'r'

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

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

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

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

I was a mother-eff, but had to step
'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 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 That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor Tim? Fuck what you heard, this 'R'

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

Back to 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 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', only do it to women
'Cause the one's puss smell like they went fishin'

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

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

Norman Bates work the night shift
he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver Kruger, dreamed about
Me him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up

That me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the 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 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 raps
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 can't 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