Luyện nghe bài hát Ripped To Shreds

[Verse 1: Titled]

Im coming to your classroom like Kindergarten Cop (I)End the starters (I) am the hardest artist to rock (I)
Roll over whip and turn your strip into a horror scene
When the bust we start a war we carnivores that need to eat
Aint running from shit 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 shot mother will hit the floor
When my above the margin thugs are in
Your whole parliament turn butter soft tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon cartridge sparking often in carving apart kids in they apartment/ And
You cant see me this angle/ True
But the torch on my arm will show you what a four alarm blaze do
The Cuban Caucasian dude lacerations from
My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a suit

Demoz]

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

2: Demoz]

I believe you not in the
And you blind to see you not in the league
You might wanna be on wine you high on the E
I move Mohammed Ali
Test me, you want to be my
Food for thought, who thought?
That I woulda something you woulda bought
Cause you wouldve thought I wouldve
Too perked up to prove it
Too up to lose it again
you press got me moving my pen
And I rolling around, shot 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 fake like Im holding the
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 (?)
Call the now
I aint to stop till Im ninety and sick
Die like Bonnie and in the whip
Flows so sick it reminds you of
know shit when the coppers around
I never Jay copping the pound
I aint ever seen vinnie ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the of a homicide
With a look on his face like you now
Fuck him, fuck her, you can me now
You keep on going till it break me
Imma keep on spitting till they me down

[Chorus:

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

[Verse 3: Vinnie

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

[Chorus:

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