Luyện nghe bài hát Ripped To Shreds

[Verse 1: Titled]

Im coming to your classroom strapped like Cop (I)End the starters (I) am the hardest artist to rock (I)
Roll over your whip and turn your strip a horror scene
When the hammer bust we start a war we carnivores need to eat
running from shit bitch we aint scared, you aint gonna disrespect a vet
With a chopper (got shell catchers) wont be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough, goddamnit I be the fo sho
Celph Titled in the motherfuckin spot, motherfuckers get shot mother fuckers hit the floor
When my above the margin thugs are in
Your whole parliament butter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon cartridge often involved in carving apart kids in they apartment/ And
You cant see me from this angle/
But the torch on my arm will you what a four alarm blaze will do
The Caucasian dude lacerations from Sabretooth
My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a suit

[Chorus:

Light a in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a cant kill a pharaoh
Kill a Spanish nigga your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right
a hustler, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of the story is you can spare ammo and kill yourself but no a fucking pharaoh

2: Demoz]

I you not in the league
And you blind to see you not in the league
You might wanna be on back you high on the E
I move Mohammed Ali
Test me, you wont to be my
for thought, who wouldve thought?
That I been something you woulda bought
Cause you thought I wouldve been
Too up to prove it again
Too up to lose it again
When you press got me my pen
And I aint rolling around, in his head and a hole in the ground
I aint wait, my moment is now
I gotta hate Imma out of town
I aint gotta like Im holding the pound
I aint got eight, I got in the round
Get shot when the hot trey is cocked and it popped and it sure enough fold you clowns (?)
the coroner now
I aint to stop till Im ninety and sick
Die like and Clyde in the whip
Flows so it reminds you of shit
Dont know shit when the coppers
I aint never Jay copping the
I aint ever seen vinnie around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a homicide
With a look on his face like you now
him, fuck her, you can hate me now
You keep on going it break me down
Imma keep on spitting till they me down

[Chorus:

Light a candle in the snow, a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian cant a pharaoh
a African Spanish nigga your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, a fucking priest
Your momma, father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a man
See the moral of this story is you can spare ammo and anybody yourself but no a fucking pharaoh

3: Vinnie Paz]

Im to meet people, I have a tendency to eat people
My team feeds you the on the discreet steeple
I dont listen to anything you legal
Turn a to anything you would deem evil
Left holes is how the sub machine leave you
Small and precise, like you was poked with clean
I dont my brother into it cause hes peaceful
But Vinnie takes a lot of shots Japanese people
In I take a lot of shots like Kobe does
I dont the rock anymore but the homie does
Stoupe the first fucker to show me drugs
And how to keep the motherfuckers in the Folgers mug
You a bitch, you dont do a soldier does
If I was you Id move the left like Miss Hova does
Peace to living that shows me love
And anybody hating on the god you can your slug

Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, a Christmas carol
You can a Cambodian cant kill a pharaoh
Kill a African nigga your fucking niece
the president, terrorist, kill a fucking priest
Your momma, your father, sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spare ammo and kill yourself but no a fucking pharaoh