Luyện nghe bài hát Ripped To Shreds

[Verse 1: Titled]

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

[Chorus:

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a carol
You can kill a Cambodian cant kill a
Kill a African Spanish nigga your niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fucking
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your hand
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

[Verse 2:

I you not in the league
And obviously you to see you not in the league
You might wanna be on back you high on the E
I move Mohammed Ali
me, you wont want to be my
Food for thought, who thought?
That I woulda been something you woulda
you wouldve thought I wouldve been
Too perked up to it again
Too perked up to 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 four in the
Get shot when the hot trey Glock is cocked and it popped and it sure enough you clowns (?)
the coroner now
I aint trying to stop till Im and sick
Die like Bonnie and Clyde in the
Flows so sick it you of shit
Dont know shit when the coppers
I never Jay copping the pound
I aint ever seen ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a homicide
a look on his face like fuck you now
Fuck him, her, you can hate me now
You keep on going it break me down
Imma keep on till they take me down

Demoz]

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

[Verse 3: Paz]

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

[Chorus:

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