Luyện nghe bài hát Rugged Neva Smooth

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

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

[ Billy ]
M O fuckin P keep it rugged
Herbs can't touch it, and a real got to love it
Ain't nuttin changed, it's Billy and Fame
Still bustin brain
Yeah! the thang thang
Home keepin it phat
How some hardcore?
(Yeah! we like it raw) is more of that
Don't be if you're left in a daze
M.O.P. is in the place, so you best behave

[ Fame ]
I'm ready and all for you niggaz that get it on
Cause we get it on, only competators is gettin torn
Straight up and down, that was for all em
With your truce, or whatever the fuck you call em, nigga
Rappers, I rip em in half, they get with math
Or the niggaz be bumpin on the ave
So get the cash out, I put glass out
Throw the trash out, niggaz fuck with us, you a mash out
They fuck with that shit that we be droppin on it
Hardcore, got your hippin and hoppin on it
And a nigga 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
smoke till I croak
I call niggaz bluff when I puff the
Then I put niggaz to rest boom bye bye
When I will I get busy, kid? (no doubt)
When I rap do I get busy, (no doubt)
Is M.O.P. motherfuckers out? (no doubt)
Is it raw? (yeah!) so the fuck 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 rugged neva

[ Billy ]
Aiyo! let's it to they ass kid!
Nah - gained we came
international, niggaz know the name
I'm Danze (plow!) I'm mad loud (plow!)
I represent the 1-5-4 5
It's M.O.P., and you know we strapped
So you bustin, motherfucker, we'll be bustin back
I gotta hip grip if you wish, cause I'm
I'm bugged, you can catch a slug my Smith
I put out of they myseries
And a lotta niggaz in hip hop with cant't get with me
I had my name ever I was a little kid
For all the ill shit I done did
been down for years and years to come
The nigga that hearin ain't the motherfuckin one
Now if you're real, motherfuckers, stand
(Clack clack! salute!) clack clack! salute, it's Mr. Billy
I realize, that real guys will take a look at our
But there's more than meets your eyes
From Monday through motherfuckin
M.O.P. will be bringin that motherfuckin