Luyện nghe bài hát Rugged Neva Smooth

(4x)
It's the Mash Out
neva smooth
M fuckin O fuckin P on the

[ Lil' ]
The M.O.P.'s about to run you couldn't shun this
I'm leavin rappers with the
Because I got no feelings, I this
Takin you propers, we comin
And now we (take money money)
Yeah, you right
Lil' Fame's MC's like terpentine
Droppin shit that MC's couldn't search and find
Not even if you was a
I'm a bad - nah! let me
Yo Bill, me down, nigga

[ Danzinie ]
M fuckin O fuckin P it rugged
Herbs touch it, and a real nigga got to love it
Ain't nuttin changed, Billy and Lil' Fame
Still bustin brain
Yeah! the thang thang
team keepin it phat
How about some
(Yeah! we it raw) here is more of that
Don't be amazed if you're in a daze
M.O.P. is in the place, so you chumps behave

[ Lil' ]
I'm ready and all for you that wanna get it on
Cause when we get it on, only is gettin torn
up and down, that was for all em niggas
With your gang truce, or whatever the fuck you em, nigga
Rappers, I rip em in half, they get with math
Or the ruggedness be bumpin on the ave
So get the out, I put your glass out
Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck us, you catch a mash out
can't fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
Hardcore, got mama hippin and hoppin on it
And once a make a record
be like: fuck Mystic, they get this dick and go naked
Billy Danze pass the and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke
I'ma smoke I croak
I call bluff when I puff the lala
I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye
When I snap I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
When I rap do I get busy, (no doubt)
Is M.O.P. knockin motherfuckers (no doubt)
Is it raw? (yeah!) so what the them niggaz talk about?
Don't have me jack or sumthin
The M.O.P. make a nigga wanna sumthin
Because we show em and prove the M.O.P. is the move
We keep it neva smooth

[ Danzenie ]
Aiyo! take it to they ass kid!
Nah - gained we came
international, niggaz know the name
I'm Billy Danze (plow!) I'm mad (plow!)
I represent the fuckin 5
It's M.O.P., and you know we strapped
So when you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be back
I hip grip if you wish, cause I'm swift
I'm bugged, you can a slug from my Smith
I put herbs out of they
And a lotta in hip hop with props cant't get with me
I had my ever since I was a little kid
For all the ill Hill I done did
I've been for years and years to come
The nigga that you're ain't the motherfuckin one
Now if you're real, motherfuckers, please
(Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, Mr. Billy Danze
I realize, that real will take a look at our size
But there's more what meets your eyes
From through motherfuckin Sunday
M.O.P. will be bringin that gunplay